(just breathe)

katie | 21 | english major | nashville

[nothingmuchtosayiguess]

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[sheneedsaxanax]

horchata (acoustic), vampire weekend

here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten

wtf

[lyspluie]

wtf

[sewerslde-deactivated20160105]

wtF

[zoiodlula]

[birdwings]

[pathsunfamiliar]

I don’t know where you are these days, what’s broken down and what’s beautiful in your life this season. I don’t know if this is a season of sweetness or one of sadness. But I’m learning that neither last forever. There will, I’m sure, be something that invades this current loveliness. That’s how life is. It won’t be sweet forever. But it won’t be bitter forever either. If everywhere you look these days, it’s wintery, desolate, lonely, practice believing in springtime. It always, always comes, even though on days like today it’s nearly impossible to imagine, ground frozen, trees bare and spiky. New life will spring from this same ground. This season will end, and something entirely new will follow it.

Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via nsana)

[codiannbackman]

A Weekend with Lindsay Thomson

[nebulousboundaries]

no no you misheard I wasn’t taking you someplace romantic I was taking you someplace Romantic now let’s go explore that graveyard

[twerkforcats]

i always had my head wrapped around the idea of getting into a wonderful university and getting a good job and getting married and having a family and being able to support them but for some reason now all i want to do is travel and eat new foods and meet new people and get a tan and buy a one way ticket and not come home

[clubfamous]

this is the most relevant thing I have ever read

[robbymuellerphoto]

[lifeinpoetry]

You are a language I am no longer fluent in / but still remember how to read.

Ashe Vernon, from “Skeleton Song,” Wrong Side of a Fistfight (via lifeinpoetry)

[focus-damnit]

[afledglingcalm]

my mom has moved back to the very town (and neighborhood!) that we moved 1,000 miles away from when i was thirteen. she’s back in a house that looks identical to the one that i left eight years ago and there’s something about this that is both eerie and comforting. i’m staying here for the last two weeks of my summer break and it’s like i’m finding pieces of myself scattered around this desert that i tried so hard to bury when i moved to chicago. i’m finding myself here again, and i think that’s a good thing

[laskyjedneplavovlasky]

hey whats up everyone, hows yr summer, what heartbreaking truths has everyone been coming to terms with lately

[codiannbackman]

Swallow Cliff | Lindsay Thomson Photographed by Codi Ann Thomsen

[salopress-deactivated20230907]

Break often - not like porcelain, but like waves.

survival kit - Scherezade Siobhan (via thewriterscaravan)

[birdasaurus]

Sand and Such

[afledglingcalm]

“Perfectionism means that you try desperately not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess shows us that life is being lived.”

i’m (finally) reading ann lamott’s bird by bird and nearly every sentence cuts me to the quick. i try so hard to make everything neat and tidy; the physical spaces i inhabit, my handwriting, my appearance--hell, even my relationships. and maybe part of that stems from being raised by a mother who will readily admit that her favorite scent is bleach, but i think it goes deeper. if things were neat and clean, they felt under my control. sterilized. 

but the memories that i want to hold on to, the events and experiences that have shaped me--those are the messy ones, the ones that don’t fit cleanly within any lines that i have drawn for myself. mess doesn’t have to mean uncontrollable chaos. paradoxically, i’m beginning to wonder if embracing messiness is the only way to find an honest, sustainable sense of calm after all. 

[1000drawings]

by Alexandra Dzh