Megan. 23. North Dakota. Keep on walking, but pay attention to the flowers.


We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.

Paulo Coelho   (via bluegirls)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject)

Let’s talk about the time she hurt you.
How she held your hand in her own
an your heart in her teeth.
How she plucked your veins,
made music of your heart,
and you let her.
Let’s talk about the time
you cried on her doorstep.
How she wrapped her arms
around you for warmth and still
you felt like icing over.
Let’s talk about love and desire
and how they aren’t the same.
Let’s talk about how she never loved you.
Let’s talk about her mouth—
the way she’d whisper broken curses
against your lips, in the dark.
How she was the closest thing to a saint
you’ve ever touched.
A woman made of arsenic and marzipan.
Let’s talk about the day you left her:
with your jaw set, your eyes up.
With no fear left, no tears worth heaving.
The way you never looked back.
The way your heart felt so light,
you almost didn’t recognize it.
Let’s talk about that.
Let’s talk about that, instead.

Self-Help, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.

What my relationships have taught me. (via oceanwake)

(Source: lozzat)