Tom Hiddleston reading Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.



Photo & concept by Fana Richters


Daily Paper Damsko

(Source: antheaknowsbest)

the clichè poem


i want to say things like-
you’re my favorite song or
you’re like the sunlight
drifting through my apartment
on sunday mornings or
how i wish i could record your voice
play it, rewind it, dance to the beat
of your throat

but all i can do is
laugh into your neck and pretend
that i don’t love
something impossible

I am not made just for kissing. I am not made just for your hands. I can’t survive on just body heat anymore. I’ll die from it, from the lack of nourishment. The lack of poetry, of music, of dancing, of long walks and long conversations. I’ll die without someone who looks at me like I’m the single most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen. Who, even in a crowd, can’t take their eyes off me. Thinks I’m the prettiest girl in the group. In every group. Can’t resist putting their hands on me. Would rather go home and undress me than do almost anything else. No, not almost. Anything else. Finds me the funniest, the bravest, the most interesting. I’ll die if I don’t have it. If someone doesn’t want me more than everyone else. I’m not exaggerating. It’ll kill me. It already is; it’s a slow passing.


from girl rising …to consider on international women’s day (and every day thereafter)

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
Richard Siken (via malificium)

(Source: splitterherzen)


Aime Leon Dore.