Tokyo | lost in transition | wanderlust | deep blue tree rooting in mind | tournesol blooming in heart |

hopelessly in love |

"Nothing really dies,” I told him. “It just turns into something else. Everything is always changing form. Do you remember the pumpkin that rotted into the earth in your garden? Tomatoes sprouted where it used to be. This bird will go back to the earth and turn into lavender flowers and butterflies.”
— Anne Cushman  (via alteringminds)
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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via peachiegrl)
"You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”
— David Levithan, Every Day (via rlyrlyugly)
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