“No one has the right to judge you because no one really knows what you’ve been through. They may have heard your stories but they didn’t feel what you have felt in your heart.”
— Unknown

I can’t wait for chilly weather and seeing puffs of my breath in the air and warming my hands with a hot mug of coffee and dark nights when a song like this would be so, so appropriate and so, so good.

Dear Nana,
I appreciate you so hard. Wishing you the best on your next big adventure.
I love you, I’ll be seeing you,
Hachi

Memoirs of a Hachi 🌳 #tbt

“Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Someday somebody
will love you
and it will make sense.
You will feel seen.
You will feel heard.
You will understand
because you will
finally feel understood.
And the “weird,” uncomfortable
parts of you that you tried
for years to hide
will flop out,
but they will not
run away.
They will say,
close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
I see you.
I’m not going anywhere.”
How Our Friendship Makes Me Feel | Lora Mathis 

(via maisunshine)

flyartproductions:

Luncheon of the Super Rich Kids

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Luncheon of the Boating Party (1881) / Super Rich Kids, Frank Ocean

“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.”
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer 

(via 4788)

That one time I became part of a Renoir painting come to life #wereyouinvited #luncheonoftheboatingparty #kmoysdayout (at Grounds For Sculpture)

Much scream such art 🎨 #kmoysdayout (at Grounds For Sculpture)

“You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.”
I really needed to hear that right now. 

(via meghvnne)

Oh, I’ll never catch them! September thought frantically, and her heart squeezed. For though, as we have said, all children are heartless, this is not precisely true of teenagers. Teenage hearts are raw and new, fast and fierce, and they do not know their own strength. Neither do they know reason or restraint, and if you want to know the truth, a goodly number of grown-up hearts never learn it. And so we may say now, as we could not before, that September’s heart squeezed, for it had begun to grow in her like a flower in the dark. We may also take a moment to feel a little sorry for her, for having a heart leads to the peculiar griefs of the grown.”

Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

For having a heart leads to the peculiar griefs of the grown.