Who notices moss? It’s just…there, doing whatever it does — so slowly, so terribly slowly, that nobody bothers to think about it. An ode to moss, feat. Elizabeth Gilbert. (via wnycradiolab)
Dear moss, (via tropicalhomestead)
I just wanted you to know, I think about you a lot.
A psychiatrist once told me early in treatment, “Stop trying to make me like you,” and what a sobering and welcome smack in the face that statement was. Yet somehow, every day of my life is still a campaign for popularity, or better yet, a crowded funeral. John Waters (via blackestdespondency)
I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. … The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning. That’s genius. Sam Shepard (via thatlitsite)