the old man and the sea (by moocatmoocat)

fired-earth:

apoetreflects:

“If you are lucky, and if you live long enough, and if you trust your materials and you trust your instincts, you will see things of beauty growing up in front of you, without you having anything to do with it.”

—Michael Cardew, potter

 

I’ve heard that you won’t make your best work until after you’re 50, so that’s something to look forward to…

(via Yasmina Rossi / Yasmina Rossi)

I hope I age like this.

existentialistbarbie:

Childhood Memories by =Simply-Smiley

pavorst:

You Learn
—by Jorge Luis Borges
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure… 
That you really are strong 
And you really do have worth… 
And you learn and learn… 

With every good-bye you learn.

cajunmama:

I needed to hear this.