to love her.
The little girl you used to be.
She lies within you.
“Nurture.” By Kiana Llanos (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: purgatory-poetry, via ladien)
If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.
Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
I am troubled, immeasurably
by your eyes.
I am struck by the feather
of your soft reply.
The sound of glass
speaks quick, disdain
what your eyes fight
Jim Morrison (via purplebuddhaproject)