Don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.

~ Louis Sachar (via conflictingheart)

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conflictingheart:

Floating Lanterns, by: { Dwight K. Morita }
These floating lanterns memorialize those that have passed away at Ala Moana Park in Honolulu, Hawaii.  As the sun sets in the background, small boats with Buddhist monks and church volunteers help to launch and shepherd the small armada of lantern ships, each inscribed with sentiments from family and friends.  This traditional Buddhist practice began as a small ritual, but has since grown to become a major event attracting thousands of people of all faiths from around the world.

conflictingheart:

Floating Lanterns, by: { Dwight K. Morita }

These floating lanterns memorialize those that have passed away at Ala Moana Park in Honolulu, Hawaii.  As the sun sets in the background, small boats with Buddhist monks and church volunteers help to launch and shepherd the small armada of lantern ships, each inscribed with sentiments from family and friends.  This traditional Buddhist practice began as a small ritual, but has since grown to become a major event attracting thousands of people of all faiths from around the world.

danielle-carey:

3 // fluffy reads //
I have a lot of strong feelings about the idea of a fluffy read. Obviously it’s silly to think that there aren’t lighter or heavier reads, to deny that there are poorly-written books as well as beautifully-written ones, but the idea of “fluff” just sounds so demeaning. If I’m reading it, then obviously I feel like it’s worth reading in some form. A publisher felt the same way, and so did the author who carved out each word. Calling it “fluff” just seems to dismiss all of that.
So, once I got off my lil soapbox, I felt there wasn’t really any one book I wanted to pin that moniker on. Instead, I’m sharing some books that always make my heart feel fluffy and light: Gene Stratton Porter’s fiction. This hardcore Indiana lady (1863-1924) was a powerhouse: a naturalist, photographer, filmmaker, conservationist, and gorgeous writer to boot. Her characters just tug at my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever be over them. Gene Stratton Porter is definitely one of my heroes.

danielle-carey:

3 // fluffy reads //

I have a lot of strong feelings about the idea of a fluffy read. Obviously it’s silly to think that there aren’t lighter or heavier reads, to deny that there are poorly-written books as well as beautifully-written ones, but the idea of “fluff” just sounds so demeaning. If I’m reading it, then obviously I feel like it’s worth reading in some form. A publisher felt the same way, and so did the author who carved out each word. Calling it “fluff” just seems to dismiss all of that.

So, once I got off my lil soapbox, I felt there wasn’t really any one book I wanted to pin that moniker on. Instead, I’m sharing some books that always make my heart feel fluffy and light: Gene Stratton Porter’s fiction. This hardcore Indiana lady (1863-1924) was a powerhouse: a naturalist, photographer, filmmaker, conservationist, and gorgeous writer to boot. Her characters just tug at my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever be over them. Gene Stratton Porter is definitely one of my heroes.

(via read-tea-breathe)