You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.

—Eckhart Tolle (via unbloom)

(Source: freyjageist)

(Source: free-your-mind)

(Source: marcalcock)

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)


Today I’m watching my husband mow the lawn with a hand mower, shirt off, sweating, cloth tucked into his back pocket, and I think I must be the luckiest damn lady in the world. 


Summer Solstice | by: { Marsel van Oosten }


Summer Solstice | by: {  }


You don’t owe people the person you used to be. You don’t have to talk to people who are speaking to the old you. If they want to drag old you out, and you’ve already left that person behind, they don’t get to talk to you. When you’ve gone from weakness to strength, you don’t owe a show of your former self to someone who just can’t wrap their head around your change.

—Dig Yourself (via howitzerliterarysociety)