I can't believe the calmness in your bones...

“Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I presume, it was going to Bloomingdale’s to buy a hat that would turn out to be a mistake- as almost all hats are.” — Kathleen Kelly

[cottagesongs]

[florial]

[jean-doe]

[anmehe]

Jess Alken

[frrenzetic]

[the-world-i-love-so-much]

[feral-ballad]

Donika Kelly, from The Renunciations: Poems; “From The Catalogue of Cruelty”

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[arquerio]

untitled by Alexander Duvall on Flickr.

[florial]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Slávka K

[fe-li-ci-as-things]

Kaoru Yamada

#art

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID:

When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

Don't make this bigger than it is, which is big enough to swallow whales and civilizations.

I joined the blue, I was blue.

And when I looked down, I shattered and reformed so many times, you know, I couldn't catch a clear look at myself. ]

[tradlads]

[fa-s-sion]

[unusual-suspects]

x

[dreamstars]

"Are you coming?", by Trina Teoh