Whoever is writing the story of my life, you’re doing a beautiful job. I can...– Wild Horses. (via insearchofthebeautiful)
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally...– Timothy Leary (via mackenziesiobhan)
Flightless Bird Flying: Wingspan? →
flightlessbirdflying: What is your metaphorical wingspan? As in, how far do each of your wings reach? This question is puzzling me at the moment. As stated before, I’m at the edge of my nest, and now I find it’s harder to jump than I previously expected. What if my tiny little wingspan won’t be enough to sustain all my…
acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists paralian - A person who lives near the sea aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets dwale - To wander about deliriously sabaism - The worship of stars dysphoria - An unwell feeling aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually...
twilight galaxy: How do I love thee? Let me count... →
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for...