Living is easy with eyes closed.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track/ Coming towards her stuck still no turning back/ She hid around corners and she hid under beds/ She killed it with kisses and from it she fled/ With every bubble she sank with her drink/ And washed it away down the kitchen sink.

“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it will be happier’…”

― Alfred Lord Tennyson

(Source: misswallflower)

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
— Neil Gaiman (via light-essence)

(Source: quote-book)

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