I just wanna go on more adventures. Be around good energy. Connect with people. Learn new things. Grow.
Kid Cudi (via peachical)
Sometimes you’d feel small. Like when you go to some secret beach and the shoreline stretches on for miles and there’s nothing but the lonely lighthouse to the north and one or two of those empty boats. There are stars everywhere. In the sand, the sky, tracing the lines of your palms. Even on the water, if only for just a breath-short life before the wave crashes over. You’d feel small, and there’s a beat of a song somewhere that doesn’t quite match your heart—rising from the sea, carried through the air; doesn’t matter—and it would be beautiful. You’d remember all the choices you made; your breakfast this morning, the college program you’re stuck with, the people you’ve let go over the years. That’s okay. The world is beautiful. You are beautiful. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. This doesn’t make sense. But the world is big enough to take care of you. It is. The moon will guide you home, just you watch. Listen. Stop, every once in a while, look for hanging bridges and secret beaches and let yourself be small, until you’re lost in the whisper of the dusk and the echoes of islands across the sea, until you’re so small you’re one with the world. The waves will keep crashing in your head long after you’ve crossed the bridge away from the ocean. The world is big. It’s okay. There are stars everywhere, if you stop long enough to look, and they will lull you to sleep.
I wish I hadn’t shown you the darkest parts of me.
I Would Take it All Back (#616: July 21, 2014)