It’s one of those quiet nights. I’m laying in bed watching the shadows casted on stucco ceilings by candles moving ever so slightly with each flicker of flame. I’m browsing through my library of memories; savoring each moment like a favorite book, dog earing the best ones, so to not ever forget and easy to find my way back. Nostalgia lays down next to me, caresses my cheek with...
When someone walks out of your life, let them. There’s no use in wasting your...– (via treasurethememories)
Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust...
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No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and...– Unknown
Please excuse the lack of posting, it’s been a hectic week and seems like this is only the calm before the storm. I hope you’ve been well my darlings!
What a tiny little thing, delicate and airy. Nestled in the folds of my palms with fingers cupped for protection. Ready to fly with the slightest breath, or perhaps a sigh; to float among the ebb and flow of life. After all, fingers can only do so much. -n
Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp,...– Nathaniel Hawthorne
memories don't live like people do, they always...