"Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there’s life after death."
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Jules of Nature
almost home
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Three Goblin Art

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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"Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there’s life after death."
omg
I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards.
Wucksachi
The sun, so painfully distant although gleaming through wodden lips outline the comfort and possibility for all things good. The sun is far, the shadows it has forsaken are within such close reach at yet it prevails through, to guid and to protect. Ice is all that may survive in the shadow.
This was once the most common representation of female bodies. The rolls of fat and pudgy bellies existed along with thick thighs and broad hips. Some of those bodies were slim, some were chubby, some were fat, but they weren’t stretched out and smoothed out in Photoshop. They acted like bodies do, they looked real and believable. We lost that somewhere along the way, when people in the fashion business started wiping out any inconvenient fold, making us think they don’t exist and to have them is a blasphemy. Maybe it’s about time we remember they are perfectly normal and everyone has them, sometimes or all the time, no matter skinny or fat.
I’m all glued back together now and I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore.
Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via its-always-necessary)
What do you call a woman who has a lot of sex? Her name. GOD FUCKING YES, that.
THIS. WHOLE. PICTURE. <3
Oops, sorry, this picture automatically reblogged itself.
this whole picture is just great
Sorry for the color, but this HAS to be on my blog.
I Could Not Pass This Without Reblogging.
Fucking Hell to the fucking YES!
Fuck yeah look at that guy in the back just like… fuck yeah
TRUE THAT!
I found flaws. and they were beautiful.
ugly, nayyirah waheed (via floreses)
Trauma.
Trauma happens in a few ways, mine is a mental trauma. I was mentally abused for months. I was made to believe that not one single person cared about me. I believe no one would cry if I died. I believed I didn't know what was best for me, I was made to believe that I could trust only my abuser, and that trust myself was the absolute worst thing I could do. Now that I've been free for two years I've just started the road to recovery. I've found happiness but no mater how many steps forward I take, I still feel alone all the time. I do love myself but for letting him take that much of me I am furious with myself. I am so mad at me. I am so mad at me I start to hate myself. The rising feeling in my center, of hate and isolation. Confusion and distrust. I look at my reflection and I see the girl I was just before him. It's like I've died. And now I'm just a ghost. I am crying and mourning my death, and the most disheartening feeling is looking up and being the only one knowing I'm dead.