My Favorite Feeling Is When It’s Winter And You Wake Up In The Middle Of The Night And You Look Out

Yesterday ,which was dreamlike and smelled like honeysuckle

Smoke Like Phantoms

Smoke like souls

Crooked, gnarling ghosts that float right through you.

They are free when they are taken by the wind.

Dissipated, faded into empty air.

Until that’s all that’s left.

Empty space.

Empty?

It must still be full of ghosts.

They must be somewhere.

All the ghosts in this space alone,

How many in this house?

How many in the garden?

The forgotten patrons of this land,

An unimaginable multitude of memories.

Does anyone keep these memories still?

I want to believe that this place gave joy.

I have felt joy here.

I have seen such beauty in this land, but

It has also witnessed my pain.

It has watched my adolescence unfold.

Whoever owns this house next will never know.

Does it remain, in the ghosts

Of the smoke

That stains these walls?

    - S.T / moving out

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via mor-iarty)

Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.

Mooji

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There was an episode, one of my favorite moments in Star Trek, when Captain Kirk looks over the cosmos and says, ‘Somewhere out there someone is saying the three most beautiful words in any language.’ Of course you heart sinks and you think it’s going to be, ‘I love you’ or whatever. He says, ‘Please help me.’ What a philosophically fantastic idea, that vulnerability and need is a beautiful thing.

Hugh Laurie (via thiscoffeedrenchedlife)

by  Dave Fieldhouse

Lately I’ve been getting most of my pep talks from Mister Rogers.

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Hans Christian Andersen (via quotemadness)

“The Beguiled” (dir. Sofia Coppola, 2017)