Not Your Usual Bedtime Story - NOWNESS
Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.
Loving our patches! Wild Hearts Cant Be Broken
I have a wild heart. Rawrrr. :P
I needed this encouragement.
|—||It’s so hard loving someone so much, but also realizing that you just don’t think things can work out because life and human beings are complicated. Both a blessing and a curse of mine is that if I give you my heart once, no matter what happens between us, there’s a good chance that I will still continue to love you even outside of a romantic context.|
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)