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Reblogged from rebellerose  3,025 notes

If we were to die tomorrow, we would be haunted by the fact that we’re not ready yet. We have put so many things off until tomorrow; and we have so many wrongs we need to make right. That is why we need to get our lives in order today; in case we really do die tomorrow. By William Chapman (via sensibilitaet)

Reblogged from observando  969 notes

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life. By John Lennon (via observando)

punc:

I hold this letter in my hand
A plea, a petition, a kind of prayer
I hope it does as I have planned
Losing her again is more than I can bear
I kiss the cold, white envelope
I press my lips against her name
Two hundred words. we live in hope
The sky hangs heavy with rain

Love letter love letter
Go get her go get her
Love letter love letter
Go tell her go tell her

A wicked wind whips up the hill
A handful of hopeful words
I love her and I always will
The sky is ready to burst
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
It all came out the wrong way

Love letter love letter
Go get her go get her
Love letter love letter
Go tell her go tell her

Rain your kisses down upon me
Rain your kisses down in storms
And for all who’ll come before me
In your slowly fading forms
I’m going out of my mind
Will leave me standing in
The rain with a letter and a prayer
Whispered on the wind

Come back to me
Come back to me
Oh baby please come back to me

Reblogged from girllikesappho  280 notes

I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be — very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. By Honoré de Balzac to Countess Ewelina Haska (via man-of-prose)