"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations" This is something I find true so my blog is mostly reblogs of quotes and poems that seem to have been fathomed for me.

Reblogged from mindpop-ups


alphabet soup more like times new ramen am i right

"A night filled with thoughts
Of “What if?”, when will I be
Happy with what is"

Reblogged from kneeuhlay

5-7-5 (via kneeuhlay)

"You smiled then I smiled
Days and minutes forgotten
That moment, timeless"

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(via kneeuhlay)

Reblogged from awriterandnothingelse


Woodgreen Community Service in Toronto designed this campaign as part of their Homeward Bound Program supporting struggling single mothers. [x] [via]

Reblogged from awriterandnothingelse


Everytime my husband tells me about some sporting stars achievements etc, I just reply with ‘yeah but he’s ugly’ and he gets so mad but he can’t say anything because he knows this is what women go through every single time we achieve something.

Damn #tooreal

Reblogged from aubriestar


Teach me
to read
between the lines
of your promises.

Reblogged from awriterandnothingelse


"Music transcends race!" is some bullshit when people ignore all of the rap and hip hop with social commentary until a white guy comes along and says the same things.

Reblogged from hilan

(Source: silenthill)

The dreamers and the doers.

Reblogged from shadow-writer


There are two
kinds of people.
Those who have
been to Paris,
and those who
long to go.

"Silence is so accurate."

Reblogged from tuyetnguyen

Mark Rothko (via tuyetnguyen)

(Source: mianoti)

"In my mind, America’s culinary scene was premature with the whole fusion jump-off. Most Americans don’t even understand the differences between Shanghainese, Hunanese, Sichuanese, or Cantonese food. Even in New York, where these cuisines are readily available, people are just now starting to understand and identify the nuances. A lot of chefs are in a hurry to profit off of appropriated versions of ethnic food without any respect, recognition, or understanding of where these flavors came from. There’s a double standard, too. When my dad had a steakhouse, everyone questioned whether a Chinese person was qualified to open a steakhouse. We had to have white people front like the chef and owners. It was not OK for my dad to sell steak, but white people cooking Asian get more attention than the people in Chinatown who actually know what the fuck they’re doing."

Reblogged from notnai

Eddie Huang, “Fresh Off The Boat”  (via notnai)

(Source: jihaessi)

"I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness."

Reblogged from sonofthelandlockedmariner

Anaïs Nin  (via thatkindofwoman)

"I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has."

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Unknown (via pachipichi)

(Source: staaaaaaahp)


Ralph Smart

Reblogged from 2wentysixletters


Ralph Smart

"It’s like a cloud in the sky. When the cloud is no longer in the sky, it doesn’t mean the cloud has died. The cloud is continued in other forms like rain or snow or ice. So you can recognize your cloud in her new forms. If you are very fond of a beautiful cloud and if your cloud is no longer there, you should not be sad. Your beloved cloud might have become the rain, calling on you, ‘darling, darling, don’t you see me in my new form?’ And then you will not be stuck with grief and despair. Your beloved one continues always. Meditation helps you recognize her continued presence in new forms. And our nature is the nature of no birth and no death…the nature of a cloud also. A cloud can never die. A cloud can become snow, or hail…or rain. But it is impossible for a cloud to pass from being into non-being. And that is true with your beloved one. She has not died. She is continued in many new forms. And you can look deeply and recognize herself in you and around you."

Thich Nhat Hanh