fey (adj.): giving an impression of vague unworldliness.

I don’t think I love
very many things but
here are the ones I
can think of:

I love the first sip
of coffee in the morning

I love reading someone
else’s words and finding
a connection in them

I love the feeling a
good song invokes

I love wondering

I love driving at night
with no destination

I love the gentle kind
of sadness like a reminder
that I can feel.

—Marianna Paige  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: larmoyante, via thatkindofwoman)

@codynadeau1 @sarahcfrankie  (at Chapman University)

@codynadeau1 @sarahcfrankie (at Chapman University)

The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

Ted Hughes (via marinelayer)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via marinelayer)

#tbt #hbdsacha  (at Las Vegas)

#tbt #hbdsacha (at Las Vegas)



#tbt to the best trip of our lives…& one of my most graceful moments. #Boston #sarahsaberkgrad #samadams @kimmicordova @sarahcfrankie

She is not ‘my girl.’
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?

—Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via taylranne)

I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.

—John Steinbeck, East of Eden  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: quotethat, via thatkindofwoman)