Fly me to neverland

We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.

Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via pureblyss)

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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

—e.e. cummings (via larmoyante)

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I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via elctrcflwr)

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It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just so goddamned unfair.”
“The world,” he said, “Is not a wish granting factory.

—The Fault in Our Stars (John Green)

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If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.

—Nora Roberts  (via coyotegold)

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