When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

There are days when everything seems wrong, when little things hurt you for no good reason. And then there are days, when the world just sings to you, from the minute you open your eyes to the minute you shut them again at night.

Dogs are minor angels, and I don’t mean that facetiously. They love unconditionally, forgive immediately, are the truest of friends, willing to do anything that makes us happy. If we attributed some of those qualities to a person we would say they are special. If they had ALL of them, we would call them angelic. But because it’s “only” a dog, we dismiss them as sweet or funny but little more. However when you think about it, what are the things that we most like in another human being? Many times those qualities are seen in our dogs every single day – we’re just so used to them that we pay no attention.

A WISH FOR MY NUGGETS...

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

I was thinking about the finality of it all - how somebody can leave your world in the blink of an eye and be gone forever. It's too enormous to think about. It's too hard. And then you're supposed to go on, right, like just deal with it, I mean really you're supposed to be sad for as long as the flowers last and then, oh, time to go back to telling jokes and reminiscing about the good old days. -OneTreeHill

The amazing moments in life;

Coming home late and going straight to bed.

Buying amazing clothes that you found on sale.

Holding hands.

Unexpected moments that become your favorite memories.

Talking on the phone until five in the morning

Resting on someones chest.

Taking long showers that wash away your worries.

Feeling as though you finally belong somewhere.

Deciding what you want to do with your life.

Feeling satisfied after a delicious meal.

Falling asleep instantly when you're upset.

Meeting people that happen to change your life.

When you have a great night of sleep.

Drinking a cup of tea.

Realizing everything is going to be okay.

Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it’s your communication of last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail the same as when you were a baby and had no words. <3 my old man, soxamus.

Wanderlust: a very strong or irresistible impulse to travel. [German: wandern, to wander (from Middle High German) + Lust, desire (from Middle High German, from Old High German; see las- in Indo-European roots).] relentlessly craving.

“How dare you open a space man’s helmet on an uncharted planet? My eyeballs could have been sucked from their sockets!”

-Buzz Lightyear xx

"Well she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah

and she'll pretend that

well she's somewhere else

so far and clear

about 2,000 miles from here."

Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

SOME CUTE THIN TRASLATED..

L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Last time we went swimming

the sea stood up and hugged you

as though you were responsible

for keeping it blue.

A WORD ON INTIMACY..

"One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else's body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not. When it isn't there (as I have learned in the past, with heartbreaking clarity) you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patient's body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend Annie says it all comes down to one simple question: "Do you want your belly pressed against this person's belly forever --or not?" 

-elizabeth gilbert

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

:The love that moves the sun and the other stars

ALIVE, ALL OF THE COLORS IN THE NIGHT...

Australia is about as far away as you can get. I like that.

SYLVIA PLATH.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.