No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)


         Change happens all around us, every minute, of every day. And somehow, it still manages to feel like time lags on. Change is uncomfortable, and scary. We don’t even notice it happening until we sit down and find our self in new surroundings, having to find new people to connect with, finding new favorite restaurants to go to, sleeping in a different bed every night or learning a new language. Our ability to adapt to these changes is what defines us.

           We as humans are creatures of habit and habits are hard to break. The ones who adapt to the changes, are the ones who survive. And isn’t surviving a good goal to have? How we adapt to change is the ultimate test and we can fail or succeed. We can choose to stand still and resist it, while the rest of the world spins, or we can move with it. I choose to move. 

"I got dressed this morning. For myself.
Put on eye liner. for myself.

Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.

Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself."

"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."

Marguerite Dura (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

"I’m more than ready to stop loving you."