Softlylovingsstuff

so much of me to return to

Lingering on It

tumblr mutual in my notes just apologized to me for interacting too much. babygirl we are bound by the blood oath

The endless summer, Fabien Muscio

Soul Mates

I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

— Lang Leav

here’s an updated photo of my jellycat collection! from left to right: fuddlewuddle puppy, jollipop cat, bashful zingy bunny, bashful tangerine bunny, gibbles monster, amuseable peanut, ricky rain frog, ginger kitten caboodle, bashful raccoon, dexter dragon, cozy crew whale, and little fox.

An illiterate Indian soldier of the 7th (Meerut) Division, is making a thumb impression on the pay sheet instead of signing his name for his pay. 1918

being human is terrifying

“I took comfort in the illusion that I could go back [to my hometown]. But I’d been around long enough to know history is sealed and unchangeable. You can move on, with a heart stronger in the places it’s been broken, create new love. You can hammer pain and trauma into a righteous sword and use it in defense of life, love, human grace and God’s blessing. But nobody gets a do-over. Nobody gets to go back and there’s only one road out. Ahead, into the dark.”

— Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run (via readingcities)

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

"Rappelle-toi combien de temps tu as repoussé ceci, combien de fois les dieux t'ont accordé une période de grâce que tu n'as pas utilisée. Il est grand temps maintenant que tu comprennes l'univers dont tu fais partie, et le gouverneur de cet univers dont tu constitues une émanation ; et qu'il y a une limite circonscrite à ton temps - si tu ne l'utilises pas pour dissiper tes nuages, il disparaîtra, tout comme toi, et l'opportunité ne reviendra pas."

Marc Aurèle, Pensées pour moi-même