— midnight thoughts

“I wonder if you still think about me. my lips on yours, my hands through your hair. I wonder if you wake up in the middle of the night with my name on your tongue. I wonder if you still think about me. About what we had and could’ve had, 'cos baby we could’ve had everything.”

— William Martin

“Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.”

sometimes ....

“I wonder how other people see me…”

— John Greenleaf Whittier

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”

— Christopher Poindexter

“Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am.”

I am so earnest and curious

Sometimes I sit on the bus and wonder where people are going. I am so earnest and curious. I wonder what they will do next. I think about how we all run in closed loops, encircling the five people we hold closer than family. The rest of the world has its own momentum and were living this one conscious lifetime but yet we’ve built invisible tunnels around ourselves where our thoughts spiral endlessly. There’s a man walking in front of me dressed in a black pinstripe suit and a navy tie. He has deep green eyes and a clean dark beard. I want to know why his eyes smile from behind thick rimmed glasses. I want to know why he moves like no one is watching. I pass by a park and I watch as a mother and her son cloudspot together. She is lying on the grass and her baby points up at the cloud elephants and the ocean in between. I fill in the whispers of conversation between them. My imagination revels in the lost world in between. I watch as a little girl dips her hands in sand and water, shaping together her mud pies. She ices them delicately, a hint of pink tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth. Her parents whisper to each other between clenched teeth. I wonder who will hold her when she has a nightmare. I wonder when her feet were tickled last. I wonder when it was that she found sleep between the happy warm bodies of her parents. Reality is the space that we share with every living thing. Imagination is every color and every secret. Imagination takes life from the things we don’t say to each other. It is in the people we want to be. It is in that anticipating smile, in the zoo of the sky, in the taste of those mud pies. It is the pulse of the nightmare and the darkness of that little frail heart. It is what lives under your bed. It is what you find when you go far enough into space. It is the space between your fingers and it is the reason we dream.

These parent's deserve an applause!

— Iain Thomas

“Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.”

~Harun Yahya

you finally understand finding nemo

This is what terrifies me about the ocean.

the few times I’ve gone snorkelling this is the most intensely scary but amazing thing about it, the bit where the reef ends and it suddenly just drops off and you cant see the bottom or what’s down there, and you swim over the edge and suddenly your in open water, and you feel so vulnerable like you’re a fish that lives on the reef, and you finally understand finding nemo

Wonderwall

We are torn between

RIGHT NOW

matter to anyone

Sometimes you have to stop worrying, wondering and doubting.

to close my eyes on a night with stars all over the sky~

In A World of Wonders

In a world of wonders she got a crush on him

Unknown

Sometimes i wonder where the happy people go to cry

Sometimes i wonder where the troubled people go to clear out their mind

Sometimes i wonder where the leaders goes to confide

Sometimes i wonder how much a human can survive

Sometimes i wonder how many lives has past by

people have sat next to you on purpose

The woman already knows.

A man on a date wonders if he’ll get lucky. 

The woman already knows.