Steve Maraboli (via terrible)
One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver (via kushandwizdom)
do you know when it’s so dark that you can’t see your hand in front of your face? you keep squinting and widening your eyes but the darkness stays concrete, absolute. eventually you have to touch your mouth, your nose, your shoulders, your knees, just to make sure that you’re really there? that’s how I feel about my future. I know it’s there but no matter how hard I strain I can’t see it. I wish I had something to clutch, something to remind me that I will still be here tomorrow, in a week, a year from now. but you can’t stroke plans and you can’t dig your nails into promises and I am worried that I am disappearing.
I’m going to be 18 in exactly a month (via porn4smartgirls)