(Source: nashvillesky, via -meridien)
“Then, Éowyn of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair and bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back.”
(Source: the-golden-hall, via jongenandmeisje)
You had a heartbeat before a bank account, so always always tend to your heart first.
(via michaelsnot)
tmfs:: To My Future Husband:
I can’t promise you we’re going to be wealthy or famous. I can’t promise you we’re going to live in the suburbs with two healthy children and a house that smells like Yankee Candle. I can’t promise you that you’re never going to get annoyed by me or that I’m never going to feel like punching…
(Source: reflexes, via michaelsnot)
Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?
In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth’s crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts. Their last meal is sometimes preserved in peat or in ice, but their thoughts and feelings are gone.
—Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping (via michaelsnot)
(Source: weissewiese, via michaelsnot)
When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want?
Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now?
—Max Lucado (via tarrinj)
(Source: liberty-53000, via tarrinj)
You only have one body, you might as well learn to get along
