Before you speak, ask yourself: Is it kind, is it true, is it necessary, does it improve upon the silence?
—Shirdi Sai Baba (via akilivumbi)
(via niggayougay)
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
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This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)
But this explains the 90s kids
(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)
(Source: kistybelle, via creepersgonnacreep)
(Source: thelunarman, via 10452nyc)
Falling
Falling
Eyes that tell
Staring
Wearing
His skin it burns
Yet it soothes
Feels
As if I’m new
To this distinct reality
His mind
Distracts
Refracts
His smile
Cuts
So well
Caressing
I could go for days
The bitter sweet laughter
Hour long lays
Smiling
Hoping not to get caught
But praying to catch
To hold and have
When nights are sweet
And breeze is soft
Hair between my fingers
Shells pressed tightly
Souls entwined
He is me
I is he
One
Two
One
Whole.
Chocolate Cake
(Source: confessingmysins, via pleasingmyeye)
