I have to say, receiving mail is the BEST- especially when it’s addressed like this. So- in light of this awesome postcard, I challenge YOU to sit down and take five minutes to write a note to someone who has taught you something. Whether that is a lesson you learned while traveling with them, a skill you mastered because of their guidance or just an experience you shared with them that challenged your perspective on life. When I think about relationships- I think of the word ‘value’ so take five minutes to show your gratitude to someone who took the time to open your heart and share it with the world. #liveauthentic #bepresent
Surround yourself with people that strive to do good for the sake of just doing good. There is something alive in those people’s hearts that has been lost for the rest of mankind.
Alice Munro, Friend of my Youth
Richard Flanagan, Wanting
I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.
S.L. Jennings, Fear of Falling
What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn’t expect them to be. You can’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.
— Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key (via the-healing-nest)