Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Phantogram Three
The Stonewall Inn
@theartofmadeline
shark vs the universe
Sade Olutola
I'd rather be in outer space đŸ›¸
taylor price
pixel skylines
Not today Justin
gracie abrams
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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cherry valley forever
occasionally subtle
ellievsbear
đ“ƒ—
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from Norway
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Dominican Republic
seen from Australia
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@cerulean-soundwaves
For OA
-Carbon
Single touch Born by a frenzied, rosined bow A string vibrating over the air
Caught in translucent cycles
Leaning into the pulse beneath Then Pouring into the skin above
This trenchant lithograph of skin
It is your heart's firmament A sky of glistening cells The veins your soil Irrigated with sanguine
Contact, press, and hold Glide and streaming as a beehive
The dialect of blinking senses The spirit looped around carbon Until it bursts
Open
~ CS ~ Written 3-31-19
Anxiety is thinking you need all of the answers to tomorrow, today
(via sereneintrospection)
We can admire the traits in others without needing to embody them
(via sereneintrospection)
me by @pornonpaper
Vladimir Orlovsky (1842–1914) Â
 Gone with the launch, 1887
via
Stunning.
Irina Gretchanaia
Forgotten
I have forgotten who I am. The primal rhythm of my center has grown distant. The heart of my breath has lulled to a dim whisper. It’s as if my shadow has crept into a grave, so lifeless I have become. Seashells buried into a silent dune, time coiled into pockmarked sand. It all feels so final. My cells hurt. I mourn my former self, and my fingernails are veiled in black for the occasion. Wipe the syrup off your chest, the bees have died. Reincarnation is a dream, but at least I still dream.
You are a soul, an energetic essence, and because of that you will always be spiritual, and live a spiritual life. Our consciousness is an infinite journey regardless of our awareness level, and how we choose to perceive it. You can either decide to disconnect from that knowing, or embrace it.
Awakened Vibrations (via awakenedvibrations)
the owl and the pussycat
Seeing you heals me.
Rumi (via thelovejournals)
