All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via hefuckin)

She stepped out into the clear, windy night, walked to the telegram office on Broadway, and let him know that he needn’t come to her window—she would meet him at the dock.

Helene Wecker, from The Golem and the Jinni (via the-final-sentence)

I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.

A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living by elsablt
(via howpreciousyouare)

I need you
to be patient with me.
Sometimes you will find me
curled up like the cat
and you will have to tell me
you are
you are
you are.

Sometimes you will need to hold my hands
so they do not mindlessly graze
over broken ribs
softly nestled behind flesh.

And sometimes you will have to let me go
so I may be reminded
that I saved myself many a times,
and I can do it again.
I need you
to be patient with me.

Michelle K., Patient With Me. (via howpreciousyouare)