"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."

"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."

Sylvia Plath (via teenager90s)
easymomentsandobsession:

Sylvia Plath - Mad Girl’s Love Song

easymomentsandobsession:

Sylvia Plath - Mad Girl’s Love Song

incidentalcomics:

The Shape of Ideas

"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."

J.D. Salinger

(from The Catcher in the Rye. Frequently removed from classrooms and school libraries because it is “unacceptable,” “obscene,” “blasphemous,” “negative,” “foul,” “filthy,” and “undermines morality.”)

Banned Books Week

(via thatlitsite)

smokegreenlife:

saladofrob:

I fucking love this. For me this just reinforces how trivial a lot of stuff in life is. Ultimately we all end up skeletons in the ground so fucking enjoy your time here by whatever means, we all have a finite amount of time.

Fuck! Totally glad I’m always stoned.

powells:

Happy Friday friends.

powells:

Happy Friday friends.

isimonito:

theannieplanet:

cutting-will-always-be-my-life:

All credit goes to - japharts

**Trigger warning**

This, literally, is dead on exactly how I feel, and probably a lot of you guys too.

if you ever wonder why I’m surprised when you call me your friend or when you say you want to hang out or when you say you miss me

It’s sad some people think like this I want to give them a hug

haste

it hasn’t even been a day.

a night, merely, spent

listening to, among their chatter, your

sounds. greetings, laughter,

conversations that could happen. then,

looking into your eyes, your eyes looking into

my heart, that beat quick

as the hoofs of the horse, ever ready to run.

i am ready to run,

though

it hasn’t even been a day,

with you, your name

i am too afraid to spill

out of my careless lips. still.


Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron
They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree! 

Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron

They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree!