We don’t know half the things our parents do for us.
The little things, the big things.
Quietly, but surely,
allowing me to indulge in
my childish things
MY things: Me, me, me.
We grow up. Unaware. Self-entitled.
Proud and forgetful.
Remind me to take a little moment in my day
every day. To be grateful
and thankful for them.
And to make it a little easier for them,
the way they try to do so for us
every single day.
— Jorge Luis Borges (via misswallflower)
— Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via observando)
— Mary Kate Teske, Haiku (via childoflust)
— Rhian Ellis, After Life (via observando)
— Pablo Picasso (via observando)
…is an “old song”? That’s it.
Just when I have convinced myself that age is but a number. I’m wrong. Of course.
Age is measured by songs.
Caterpillars dancing in the sun.
The feet that stomp will spare no one.
Now move against the rhythm of the beat
And quick. Before your life’s defeat.
Smack. The sanctuary that never made
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)
stay away from me. I
need to stay away from
you and we will be
okay. but this bit of
darkness is necessary
for the rude
awakening that awaits me
when there is
There is always room for you.
Cosmo Sheldrake (Ft. Andrea Vargas) - Rich
If I wanna to be rich
I’ve got to find myself
oh before I sleep
If I wanna be rich
I got to turn my wheel
turn to earn my keep
If I want to have light by day
and fire by night
I will, I wild, eyes bright