peace to the mountain

the only thought worth conjuring when someone doesn’t see the beautiful radiant ineffable unique aura emanating right from your soul:

"Wash the plate not because it is dirty nor because you are told to wash it, but because you love the person who will use it next."

“Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.”

“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because romantic doesn’t mean sugary. It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.