No one will ever know what it’s like to be who you are.
Let that be an indescribable myth for your own appreciation.
Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.
— Maria V. Snyder, Storm Glass (via observando)
My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.
— Maya Angelou (via sunflower-mama)
Prolly gonna eat pizza today.