You won’t hear about softness enough
how it’s allowed, how sometimes it’s beautiful
they won’t tell you that when they peel back the skin of your ribcage the pink of your soft is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen
it’s okay for you to stroke their hair and whisper ‘sorry’ at their shock
just because you are gentle does not mean you are weak
and even the sky touches the ocean carefully at dawn
like cradling a robin’s egg between two shaky hands
and you can unlace and wind yourself open for anyone who looks at you with joy in their eyes
but no one will tell you how it’s okay to be vulnerable, how it means that you are so much more like the sky right before the light
— Azra.T “when you are neither glass nor stone but petal” (via 5000letters)
They tell us the people we love are 72.8% water-
there is no such thing as crying,
we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out.
This is a noble pursuit
— Lewis Mundt, Water (via a-prelude)
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
— Ernest Hemingway (via man-and-camera)
We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.
— J.K. Rowling (via n-ymphes)
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
— Khalil Gibran (The Alchemy of Love: )