Heck yes.

Roasted Vegetable Lasagna via Dessert For Two

Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself. Wait for it. Please, I urge you to wait for it, to fight for it, to make an effort for it if you have already found it, because it is the most beautiful thing your heart will experience.

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gezelligheid

(noun) Known as one of the most difficult words to translate, this abstract Dutch noun is identified as a cozy, warm feeling,inspired by those you love at home or in a pleasant atmosphere you experience. Overall, known as the heart of Dutch culture gezelligheid is described as an intimate and relaxed sensation, which connotes a sense of belonging and happiness.  (via modernhepburn)

Some names will always taste bitter.

6 Word Poem About Love, by Devyn Springe (via thatkindofwoman)

If You Give a Dude a Kale Chip

If you give a dude a kale chip, he’s going to ask for some coffee to go with it. He’ll probably want to know if the beans are in season, and how recently they were roasted. Reading about the coffee’s origins on the back of the bag will remind him of the local farmers’ market going on that day, and he’ll want to take you.

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The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself.

Maya Angelou (via wordsnquotes)

brussels sprouts, meet quinoa, meet lunch. #meetnotmeat

You want to hear my new career and dating philosophy? When I find someone who fascinates me as much as my career, I’m gonna go for it.

Taylor Swift (via thatkindofwoman)

It’s so ironic. Out of everything; music, film, painting, and even besides the arts, humanitarianism, philanthropy, etc. I define myself with a love of words. I am what some would call a logophile. But I’m characterized by always chasing after something beyond what any words can express.

Joshua Henk  (via thatkindofwoman)

You have to be vigilant about keeping your own fire alive.

Tift Merritt (via wordsnquotes)

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A strange empty day. I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day where one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

May Sarton, from Journal Of A Solitude (via violentwavesofemotion)

You love someone with actions: you give them things to make their life easier, better, more full, happier. When they fall asleep on your shoulder, you shift to make them more comfortable, to see them stir in their sleep like a small animal—you smile at how sweet they look, you marvel at how corny you feel and how okay with it you are. You love someone by doing nothing, but not moving at all, not even an inch. When their head rests on your shoulder, when they lay in your lap, collapsed—you remain still, unchanging. Steadfast. There. You love someone with “I’m there for you”-s made real. You love someone by answering, even in the smallest ways: “okay, see you soon.” You love someone all tacit and silent, without replies and responses, with nothing at all—you love someone even when you have nothing. You say that this is all you have, you love them with honesty and respect, enough to tell them when you can’t love them, enough to tell them when you’re spent, exhausted, burnt out, gone. You love someone with touch, with your lips on their forehead, blessings going both ways, the way you want to feel. Taken care of and caring, a hand on their shoulder, a sure shoulder on your unsteady hand. You love someone with logic, with plans and knowing what’s best for them and plans falling apart and realizing that you can’t always know best, that you won’t, that you don’t, that they’re a person and that is all that they are. You love a person, not a someone. You love someone by seeing their humanity over and over again: the way they look waking up, the way their skin peels with a sunburn, the way they get mean when they are jealous. The way they look, the way they are—a person, not a constant. You love a person—inconsistently, not completely, always differently, never perfectly—because you are a person. There is no way to love someone, only different ways to love different people, over and over, without losing faith, without stopping, with no how, no why, no way—just love, whatever that is, whatever it can be.

This Is How You Love Someone, Crissy Milazzo (via lyshaeskro)

turns out i do like beans, as long as they taste like olive oil and roasted garlic ricotta

what are snails even trying to do

Me: I met a boy.

Me (two days later): nevermind