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cherry valley forever
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@alexistia
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You thought I forgot about you, but I didn't.
I can feel it running through my veins tonight, bring me back to life.
What Really Happened
Yes! This!
“I’m going out to bloody entertain, not just get up on a stage and knock off a few songs. I couldn’t do that. I’m the last person to pretend that I’m a radio. I’d rather go out and be a colour television set.” David Bowie (born January 8, 1947)
Climbing therapy
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Neil Gaiman (via wordsnquotes)
Feeling alive in Death Valley. Perhaps I'll update this with some poetry later when I've had more time to reflect.
Feeling alive at Death Valley.
Love by Paula Belle Flores
Sunrise with sister
following back everyone, just message me!
Wanna go back. Wanna get you alone.
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001).
Of course you would lure me into your foggy depths, and I would follow only because I didn’t know where else to go. And, I thought that trusting you was better than being lost. Wishing now I’d heard the cries of my moral compass, I was directed away from the light and into the darkness of your throes.
- poetry that can’t find a melody
Zoltán Glass, Desnudo y su sombra also