Cows love old pumpkins. Near Aztec, New Mexico, November 2014.

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Cows love old pumpkins. Near Aztec, New Mexico, November 2014.
We need at least two Octobers. One goes by too quickly.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
My favorite feeling is when it’s winter and you wake up in the middle of the night and you look out the window and there’s snow on the ground and the sky is kind of light colored and it looks misplaced and kind of eerie but also comforting i love it the most
May you always have money to feed yourself, put gas in your car, pay your rent/utilities , pay your tuition, pay your medical bills/prescription AND to treat yourself more often.
now at an age where i just wanna MAKE shit. bread. candles. baskets. birdhouses. the world isn't my oyster, it's my deluxe lego set.
yea but it either takes me 4 goddamn months to read a book or i read four of them in 2 days, i don't even know how i do it.
Its important to remind yourself that this is not a race. Do what you can do today. You will get to where you are going. Progress happens in layers.
obsessed with bed.. i love bed. obsessed with pillows blankets and such literally love sleeping
I want to do dirty stuff with you like start a vegetable garden
the longer im alive the more i realize that i should have been raised by a witch in a small cottage in a forest close to a small town where i can have one(1) human friend among my feral cat and deer buddies and i can learn about herbalism
why must life require tasks. is it not enough to love and be loved and love and be loved and love and be loved and love an
this is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. but, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. i see you and i feel you and i am you. it’s going to be okay.
The Future Kept
i’m a simple girl i see a man with big arms and a kind heart and i get a little stupid
— Sunrise, by Louise Glück