@Mp

I am a Star-Child Resident of Earth In-L♥ve with
All Random Things Considered to be Organic and Inorganic.

Some days it storms,
some days it shines.
This is how flowers grow.

—    Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

(via streamsofcontext)

Earthing

emptyravine:

Bare feet, watered grass

Soft pulls that soothe my soul’s pulse 

Grounded, I feel calm

Straight Up

emptyravine:

I try to be chill

Bright smile, positive outlook

Truth is, I’m clueless

“ Oh soul,
you worry too much.

Your arms are heavy
with treasures of all kinds. ”

—    Rumi, “You Worry Too Much” (via wordsnquotes)

CuddlePuddle

emptyravine:

My body formed

by a run on contented sigh

that lingers

across my drowsy hips

He curls around me

A warm question mark

finishing

a sleepy sentence

"Great spirits have always encountered opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly." — Albert Einstein

(via luminousatmosphere)

“ I see you standing there,
with a mouthful of poems
yet a head full of doubt.
You are sharp yet softening,
while needing to be split open,
and poured out.
So let go.
All the things that you’ve carried,
all the ways that you’ve drowned,
all the beauty you’d forgotten,
every flame burned out.
There is strength in being seen. ”

—    Victoria Erickson (via venuschild)

(via unconditionedconsciousness)

residualrandomtarian:

"Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have those because we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit." — Aristotle

Warrior (by brettisagirl)

“ Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him. ”

—    F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)