“Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.”

by  Dave Fieldhouse

You are healing.

You are growing.

You are evolving.

This is a quiet magic.

To taste the gentle moon,

John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “Endymion,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

happiness is:

the smell of rain

seeing flowers grow

being excited about something

ice cream on a hot day

being in bed

listening to good songs

smelling nice

giving and receiving compliments

the kindness of strangers

being with friends

reading a good book

being proud of every small victory

buying new treats for yourself

the smell of pastries in a bakery

blue skies and pretty views

by Echo Wang

Van Gogh letters

“The sadness will last forever.”

- Mary Elizabeth Frye

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)