”What day is it?”
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.
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The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
Friedrich Nietzche (via ivan-ooze)
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I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be nothing but sadness, war, heartbreak. You never saw it, but there’s a garden inside me.
Light Boxes // Shane Jones (via endofmarch)
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via black-wolves)
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By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
Confucius (via acuorre)
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.
Sarah Kay (via cite-belle)
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Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.
C.G. Jung (via creatingaquietmind)
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