Hello there, I'm Kelsey.
I have two arms and two legs and two eyes, as well as two sides of my brain, and thoughts that never stop flowing between them.
I'm the listener, not the leader. The one who sits alone down by the lake. The one who constantly stares into empty space. - Carpe diem.

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Daisy

“I was told the average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7. She picks the colors and the cake first.

By the age of 10 she knows time, and location.

By 17 she’s already chosen a gown, 2 bridesmaids and a maid of honor.

By 23 she’s waiting for a man who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”, someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely, someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed, someone who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen.

To be honest, I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing, I have no clue what my wedding will look like.

But I imagine the women who pins my last to hers will butterfly down the aisle like a 5 foot promise.

I imagine her smile will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps, and know exactly where our wedding is being held.

The woman that I plan to marry will have champagne in her walk, and I will get drunk on her footsteps.

When the pastor asks if I take this woman to be my wife, I will say yes before he finishes the sentence. I’ll apologize later for being impolite but I will also explain him that our first kiss happened 6 years ago and I’ve been practicing my “Yes” for past 2, 165 days.

When people ask me about my wedding I never really know what to say, but when they ask me about my future wife I always tell them her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I say she thinks too much, misses her father, loves to laugh, and she’s terrible at lying because her face never figured out how to do it correctly.

I tell them if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them if she came in a bottle I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. If she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her cover-to-cover, hoping to find typos, just so we can both have a few things to work on.

Because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need a little editing Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone? Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense? She don’t always make sense, but her imperfections are the things I love about her the most.

I don’t know when I will be married. I don’t know where I will be married but I do know this, whenever I’m asked about my future wife— I always say: …She’s a lot like you.”

—   Rudy Francisco (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: katcossio, via rasputin)

“I have ruined relationships for fear of ruining those relationships.”

—   Neil Hilborn   (via live-for-the-journey)

(Source: thatquote, via rasputin)

hardouthereforavegan:

ajantas:

don’t buy your girl flowers. flowers die. buy her a potted cactus

Why hasn’t anyone bought me a potted cactus

(via rasputin)

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

—    For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)

(via rasputin)

omniastudios:

In celebration of the full moon, here is The Celestial Oracle ring.

Ethereal hands surround a beautifully crafted handmade glass full moon sphere. Limited edition.

(via rasputin)

hermitologist:

Thrice, “Silhouette”

Happy 11th birthday to The Artist In The Ambulance. It’s crazy to me that it’s actually been that long, but it also feels like a lifetime ago. I will always be grateful for what this record did for our career in music, the people who worked hard to make it a reality, and the people who supported us before, during and after its release.

(Source: hanatruly)

“ethereal, adj. — You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature’s hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and my heart stayed there, just like that.”

—   David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: theantiquated, via thatkindofwoman)

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

—   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via thatkindofwoman)

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fadedaisies:

felibre:

andrewjacksonjihads:

scarlet johansson could punch me in the face and that would give her a hug

this is one of the rarest shoots in which there’s photographs of her not sexualised

she is a beauty

(Source: katerooneymara, via rasputin)

dontblamethebreed:

Don’t Blame The Breed 

dontblamethebreed:

Don’t Blame The Breed 

(via rasputin)

“I don’t want to get married
I want to stay single and let
my hair flow in the wind as
I ride through the Glen firing
arrows into the sunset.”

—   Disney Pixar’s - Brave