Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall in love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.
— Maya Angelou, RIP (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Reblogged from For Emma, Forever Ago
Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
— note to self  (via nofatnowhip)
Reblogged from Darling, be daring.
Watch how a person treats someone who they believe is wrong. You can tell much. If they are snobby, arrogant, hostile, and condescending, they are simple-minded bullies obsessed with control. If they are jealous, defensive, insecure, and petty, they are afraid and lack convictions of their own. If they compromise, enable, flatter, and fawn, they are sneaky opportunists ready to run you over. Such motives will force, coerce, or manipulate.

To truly respect someone even when they’re wrong is to have a heart that wants to help them see, since their “wrongness” is often just the blindness of being behind. This sort of heart is open to seeing the best in another, that there is good on both sides, and that there could also be wrong in the self. It is a harder way, but it treats a person with dignity knowing they are not the enemy; rather they need a light to see further ahead where you are. Be that for them.
J.S. (via jolinxo)
Reblogged from Namaste
Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart.
Reblogged from Namaste

I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. you’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.

— you’ll miss me- jlw (via burgundythoughts)
A girl canal dream (via universal-crush)
Reblogged from bonne vivante