It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.
Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist (via seabois)

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I swear I’m going to base my whole future wedding off of this photo.

I swear I’m going to base my whole future wedding off of this photo.

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MIniature Wood Houses (by Daniel Barreto)

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There are no normal people, there are just different kinds of weird, all of it is human and all humanity is better than everything inhuman. So I urge you to keep expressing yourself as honestly as you can, and know that the backpedals and second-guesses really aren’t necessary - they don’t hurt but they’re wasting your time - because when you are truly human, as we all are, and when that is your honest message to anyone, you are beyond reproach, there is no way to screw it up.
Dan Harmon (via seabois)

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oh-deir:

ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES

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Everytime I shut my eyes, it’s always the same.

Everytime I shut my eyes, it’s always the same.


Song for Mom
Aubree Legg
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Mother, you have carried me

through tidal waves and stormy days

oh and your wisdom comes so naturally

and everyone knows you’re sweeter than tea

Mother, your spirit shows

through everything you do

you taught me to seek the Lord

and that’s why I love you


Like faithful oxen through the chalk,
With dragging tails of history walk.
Soon confuse the compass and the cross.
Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss.

Beneath an angry Bible flood,
Did you and I first learn to love.
In my father’s car we came to know.
And shivered in our painted clothes and paired like every animal below.

As heavy as a history book can be,
I will carry it with me, oh Lord.
And maybe when the bitterness has gone,
There’ll be sweetness on our tongues once more.

Barefoot in a rowing boat,
You lose your shoes and freeze your toes.
And say I wear my sorrow like a crown.
And throw your arms around my head, and see it there in gold and red and brown.

As heavy as a history book can be,
I will carry it with me, oh Lord.
And maybe when the bitterness has gone,
There’ll be sweetness on our tongues once more.

We’ll soon forget our parents’ names,
Like dogs will drive the wolves away.
And weep with fingertips opposed,
Like a church where nobody congregates.

But sweetness sings in the pasture,
We throw ourselves on the mercy of the earth.
If sand and salt have the answer,
Then the act itself will be louder than the word.

And I’ll be on your side.

History Book, Dry the River

Oh God, I wonder who else was born in Eagleton — Voldemort, probably.
Leslie Knope, Parks and Recreation (via psimhealing)