The internet is very impressive and everything but I think rhythmic gymnastics are the closest humans come to practicing actual magic.
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Rhythmic gymnastics is a sport where people only see a bright artwork and often think that it’s all easy.
Rita Mamun (via olympicbirthdaygirl)
We are far from perfect, but perfect as we are, we are bruised, we are broken, but we are god damn works of art
Rise Against (via a-crack-in-the-surface)
For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others
Sam Levenson
(via pre-party)
(via pre-party)
I just don’t know,” she whispered into the night, her heart heavy with loss, “we fought so much and loved so little. We were far from perfect, so lost in each other. I don’t know what we were.” He was quiet, his shoulder pressed up against hers, a touch that was still electric but one that had lost its meaning. “Was it worth it, though?” he asked, looking down at her through his thick black lashes, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light the moon cast over the room. “Yes,” she replied without sparing another heartbeat to consider, “yes,” she added, more firmly. “You made me feel something. I was happy. Anything that means so much, that makes you feel like you’re standing on top of the world, anything that makes you so happy you can’t believe this is your life - it’s worth it. We were worth it.
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n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
My thought was to write a sentence, a single perfect sentence. If I could write one good sentence I could write two and if I could write two I could write three, and if I could write three I could write forever.
John Fante (from his novel ‘Dreams From Bunker Hill’)
Fighting depression is hard when you have no real reason to fight it.
Ellen Hopkins, Perfect (via why-d0-i-exist)
have you ever listened to a song that’s so unbelievably perfect that you want to inject it directly into your bloodstream?