kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive –
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;

e.e. cummings, from “XLVIII”  (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: litverve)

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
Carl R. Rogers (via jewist)

(Source: oofpoetry)

when someone asks what its like to be young these days



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