To Wherever It May Lead

the deafening sound of silence
Ask me anything

Even if your flame is the smallest in the world, it will still cut through the darkest night


I would like to go to the Grotta Palazzese in Puglia, Italy.
“Tucked inside a limestone cavern, this summer-only spot (open May through October) has hosted elegant dinners since the 18th century, when Italian nobility held banquets in the space.” - Conde` Nast Traveler

But pain’s like water. It finds a way to push through any seal. There’s no way to stop it. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to swim to the surface.

Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love (via perfect)

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if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?

one of the most eye opening things i’ve read in a while (via cacophobix)

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The things that provide you with the greatest sense of security will oftentimes be the very same things that trap you, isolate you, and shelter you the most.
And then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little worlds

Good Will Hunting

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via infamousgod)


What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via hellanne)

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

Shinji Moon  (via rnonolid)

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Beautiful native american wisdom. I first heard this tale in a native american course at uni


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