blueeyes greentrees

Hi, I'm Mollie. I am 23 years old, born and raised in the Bay Area. Mommy of a beautiful baby boy. I care too much, especially for those who care too little. I want to travel the world and expand my heart.

Perhaps we’re not magic anymore. Perhaps we’re just comfortable. We just know our way around one another. We know which wounds to cauterize and which to let bleed.

— Donna-Marie Riley (via five—a—day)

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

— Warsan Shire  (via finegoodsfinefolk)

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"Otters have a skin flap that forms a pocket so they can keep their favorite rock with them. They use this rock to break open mollusks when eating. Some otters go their entire lives carrying the same rock!” source

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You cannot use someone else’s fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.

— Audre Lorde (via llleighsmith)

(Source: larmoyante, via glitterpoem)

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…

— Jeff Brown (via laughing-treees)

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But I don’t want comfort.
I want God,
I want poetry,
I want real danger,
I want freedom,
I want goodness.
I want sin.

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via wordsnquotes)

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