If I had! If you had! Such words and ifs are vain.
J. R. R. Tolkien, The Return of the King (via poetrist)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
that fill their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar (via poetrist)
She was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds.
Alexander McCall Smith, The Sunday Philosophy Club (via poetrist)
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.