I’ve Always Put Your Happiness Before Mine And Maybe That’s Why I’m Sad. I’ve Put Everyone’s

Promise

"When the dark is all around you And the night is closing in, I will be beside you, To save you from within.

When the light outside is blinding And shows up all your scars, I will be the portrait, To show them who you are.

When the wind outside is howling And threatens to break you down, I will be the anchor, To keep you in the calm.

When everything is failing And you don’t know where you are, I will be the compass, To lead you safe from harm.”

-Dan

I missed your presence the same way I missed that picture on my wall. Something just wasn’t right about that nail sticking out of the wall, nothing hanging from it. Sometimes I forgot about it, but whenever I looked at that nail I used to feel the heavy absence of what was once there. Until another picture took its place.

i-write-to-voice-my-demons, The Missing Picture  (via wordsnquotes)

Beauty can be found everywhere.

We were honored to help Jordanians and Syrian refugees breakthrough conflict and come together to build this beautiful new girls’ school in Za’atari Village.

I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower  (via wordsnquotes)

I am sick with feeling, and sick with greed This warmth inside, my heart, it needs It needs and wants and yearns and pines I’m grossly ill, right to my insides An involuntary glutton, for this intrusive drug A drought that some would say was love But I know better, yes, I do This feeling inside does not include: –Include the flaws, include the faults Include the pain, or nasty insults The tears that my pillow will soak The late, dark nights I stay up and mope– To hear a knock on my open door To await a kiss to make lips’ sore There is no love to cause some joy It’s only a plot, a sick smart ploy To win some land, property to keep To share with friends, a rumor to leak So lock the heart shut, and hide the key far So no one may touch, or move, or mar But late at night, when all must sleep My eyes stay awake, with dreams to reap To dream of things that live and feed Of the love that I so desperately need

Leilah Ali, The Truth About Love (via wnq-writers)

What is love?

The beauty of a red-headed man – in pictures

The Red Hot 100 exhibition challenges social stigma towards ‘gingers’ by celebrating the modern-day, red-haired male

#schweinsteiger #fussball #bayernmunich

Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and it’s spectacular.

Joseph Campbell (via wordsnquotes)

Life

#beautifulwords