So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
— Jorge Luis Borges (via holmyhan)
Its really nice to sit in the sun very quietly and looking at it with your eyes closed and feeling the sun kind of going through your skin inside you and feeling like you aren’t a real human but a part of this planet
My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.
— Nikos Kazantzakis (via goghst)
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
— Sade Harrison (via suchvodka)