i keep my eyes fixed on the sun

“And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere...”

August 22, 2014 at 7:17am
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I hope
we both find ourselves
this summer
and I hope
the roads lead us back
to each other.

— Ming D. LiuA Story A Day #158 (via mingdliu)

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3AM: the time to miss people who don’t miss you.

— Ten Word Story #11 - Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

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d-re-a-m-e-r:

Dream. Love. Believe. on We Heart It.

d-re-a-m-e-r:

Dream. Love. Believe. on We Heart It.

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When all of my friends are getting engaged/married/having kids

whatshouldwecallme:

And the state of my life is just like:

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Are you happy?

— Ray Bradbury (via observando)

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Alexa Chung, IT

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Alexa Chung, IT

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What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn’t expect them to be. You can’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.

—  Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key (via the-healing-nest)

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That’s when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn’t the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn’t enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn’t. Not enough.

— Jenny Han (via the-healing-nest)