thevagabondking:

love is similar
to the surf
of an ocean,
sometimes calm
and boring, sometimes
dangerous

the possibilities 
of drowning
are always there

but if you go
with the flow,
this thin line
of love will be towed.

even if it pulls
me under, this
is where i choose
to be, in love
or dead at sea 

The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

Arundhati Roy (via pavorst)

Life: Life can sometimes be cold and meanBut it’s up to you You get to…

healingfeelings:

Life can sometimes be cold and mean
But it’s up to you
You get to decide if you can overcome defeat
Your pleads may go unheard
Not necessarily something you deserved
But that’s how things go on this earth

It’s up to you
If you deal with the wicked
You will soon be a distant figure
The person…

Life: Life can sometimes be cold and meanBut it’s up to you You get to…

Insert Title Here: I danced in the rain today.

titlenotfound:

It’s been
awhile since
I’ve danced in the

rain
and it was nice,

I suppose.
Though my clothes

are a little damp
and my Converse
canvas shoes

Weren’t meant to be wet

and my book bag
was a bit to heavy.

And I suppose
that if the rain
has not left by

tomorrow

I won’t be too
happy.

I love walking in the rain. We had snow flurries here. Tiny ones. They made me smile.

Insert Title Here: I danced in the rain today.

tough enough

I’m not tough enough

to do this

anymore

my heart hurts

open and raw

filled

with longing

I’m done reading

done writing

screw this

’til morning

maybe I’ll be tough enough

tomorrow

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

she was a good girl

with just a hint of bad

proper, smart and beautiful

beyond normal beautiful

she was inside beautiful

you know, the beautiful that radiates

and wraps anyone close

and i loved her

and i loved her smile

and her hair and her lilt

and the attitude of carelessness

she was translucent in her beauty

and she was mine

for awhile

and she still makes me smile

like i am right now

no more tears

driving alone

on toward home

full dark has fallen

all around

a Country song

comes on the radio

next thing I know

tears are falling freely

running down my face

I cry at Country songs

what a cliche

sitting in silence now

no more tears

© Turquoise Tangles