The Dreamer Diaries

Day dreamer. columnist. eternal optimist. psychologist. avid tea drinker. teacher. bibliophile. feminist. counselor. sarcastic. awkward. wanderer. curiouser. political junkie. drama queen. neophile.

In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Beyond Good And Evil (via violentwavesofemotion)

I am the sea too, and the stars, the wind and the rain,
I am everything that has form — for form is my seeing of it.
I am every sound — for sound is my hearing of it,
I am all flavours, each perfume, whatever can be touched,
For that which is perceptible is my perceiving of it,
And all sentience is mine.

They have no other existence, and neither have I —
for what they are I am, and what I am they are.
What the universe is I am, and what I am the universe is.
And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsover.

—Wei Wu Wei, from “For Sile,” in Open Secret (via petrichour)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via petrichour)

Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.

—I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g. (via bummedteenager)

(Source: imtiredofbeingsosad, via thechanelmuse)

My name is not Annie. It’s Quvenzhané.

Quvenzhané Wallis (then age 9) correcting an AP Reporter who said she was “just going to call her Annie” instead of learning how to pronounce her name. Never forget.  (via thechanelmuse)

(via cassiaandthewolf)

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

—Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (via petrichour)

16 Things Romance Readers are Tired of Hearing


The struggle is very real.

1. “All romance books are exactly the same.”


Yep. Every single one is exactly like the other. EXACTLY.

2. “The endings are so predictable.”


This conversation is so predictable.

3. “You know romance doesn’t happen like that in real life.”



Here I am: unhinged at the waist,
a meeting place for two fumbling
forms in the dark.

Here I am: the last rain of an otherwise
drought-filled summer, a resting place
for heartache.

Here you are: a mouth that the wolves
would fight over, eyes like two furnace
coals burning in my gut.

Here I am and here are you,
and here: here is where we began.

Shelby Asquith, “Wildfires Burn Out Much Too Quickly” (via petrichour)

(via petrichour)