the months come and go before I am ready to let go of them and settle into starting over again
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the months come and go before I am ready to let go of them and settle into starting over again
a man of the meadows, a year from a dream, he drove all my books all of the miles back to me. I still weep for home, ragged and bruised, but I am held so delicately I flourish all the same.
reporting live from the war i constructed in my own head
It’s a new era whenever you want it to be
a new obsession
more on my instagram @matialonsor
“It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.”
— Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream (via lifeinpoetry)
“…beware how you give your heart.”
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty
I could be better but I'm considering becoming worse
Each Crumbling House, Melody S. Gee
shirt that says my childhood drags behind me like a dead body
I keep becoming me over and over and over again
"why do you want this job" i literally don't
this july i will finally stop running away & i will befriend solitude & sit outside in the sun with her
do you think the sea knows i love her
super moon on the rise. joshua tree national park, ‘17