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“The world’s beauty is in soap bubbles, little specks of dust, galaxy shards, tiny things swept under the rugs that we stomp on day after day because we’re too busy to notice small treasures...The busy ghost presses his hands into my back and pushes me one way or the other to do this or that. I want to stop to see, to think, to breathe. I want to put my ear to the soil and listen for the ants. I want to daydream, fly a kite, run my hands through thick, green grass...” (Ophelia Blooming)

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“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.”

Joseph Addison
♥ Mar 18th at 2PM / tagged: happiness. life. love. hope. quote. addison. / reblog / 2 notes

“Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should dance.”

♥ Mar 18th at 1PM / tagged: life. dance. quote. hope. / reblog

“Don’t judge yourself. Accept responsibility for all that you are involved in, for all that happens to you. If you don’t like what is happening to you, begin to ask yourself why you create things that you don’t like.”

B. Marciniak

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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

Neil Gaiman. (via owlssayhooot)

(Source: liquidnight)

♥ Jan 1st at 7PM / via: kayleyhyde / op: liquidnight / tagged: neil gaiman. quote. new years. life. surprises. / reblog / 423 notes

“The world’s beauty is in soap bubbles, little specks of dust, galaxy shards, tiny things swept under the rugs that we stomp on day after day because we’re too busy to notice small treasures. That’s what I hate about life. That even when I’m not busy, I’m busy. The busy ghost presses his hands into my back and pushes me one way or the other to do this or that. I want to stop to see, to think, to breathe. I want to put my ear to the soil and listen for the ants. I want to daydream, fly a kite, run my hands through thick, green grass. But there’s so much noise. So much pushing. I enjoy hearing nothing but the tick-tock of the clock. That and the sound of my heart, which tells me that, yes, I am still alive.”

Ophelia Blooming (via suzywire)

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♥ Oct 9th at 6PM / via: vintagerosegarden / op: goldenfools / tagged: busy busy busy. quote. simple. life. / reblog / 450 notes
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart:  I am, I am, I am.  -Sylvia Plath(photo: Vol-au-Vent)

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart:  
I am, I am, I am. 

-Sylvia Plath
(photo: Vol-au-Vent)