{Fernweh}

serena. 19. mn//nc. film. horses. photography. travel.

[sunflorally]

may the last two months of 2018 be filled with pleasant plot twists, spontaneous fun, and good vibes.

[peonyswimwear]

[inritum]

[wellyfullofale]

I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

[thequeenofsunflowers-deactivate]

reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life

[arealvampireslayer]

I have the most beautiful friends ✨🌹

[lifeinpoetry]

Now, I demand a love that is stupid and beautiful, like a pilot turning off her engines mid-flight to listen for rain on wings.

Paige Lewis, from “Pavlov was the Son of a Priest” published in Ploughshares (via 7-weeks)

[bandaidsfortheheart]

My newest Tinder match messages me and asks ‘Do you think birds dream?’ Without missing a beat, I say, ‘They don’t have to. They already know how to fly.’ They respond, ‘I don’t care much for flying.’ And with that, I unmatch. My great aunt and great uncle married after knowing each other for 3 months. Lived together for fifty-nine years. And when he was in a hospice bed he turned to me and said, ‘I’m not afraid of dying. I just don’t want to leave her yet.’ A year after his death she looks to me with tears in her eyes and says, ‘There was never a single moment where he didn’t treat me like a queen. Like the most spectacular thing he’d ever seen.’ Not everyone believes in fairytales. But I have seen the happy ending. I just think that in order to find it you have to have faith in magic. Yet so many people will settle for keeping their feet on the ground and they will die having only ever dreamed of what it means to fly.

Flying, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)

[peachisty]

friendly advice to not revolve your life around one person, one feeling, one place, one memory, one problem. the complexity of life and the diversity of the world is beautiful and you have the right to explore it. do not settle for less. you deserve better.

[books-n-quotes]

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via books-n-quotes)

[latenightcornerstore]

Your body is a temple, but not for the reasons they all said it was. It is a temple, because every soul who kneels before it should be there for worship. You are not a place for nonbelievers. You were not made for heretics.

HOLY, HOLY by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[sunbathe]

[latenightcornerstore]

First, quit picking old wounds and going for walks in the aches and pains you already made it through– you call it healing, but it sounds like a good way to take a haunting home with you. LONELY is a no-vacancies sign for an empty room on the backside of your chest, and there will never be enough people to love that empty out of you. Love will not save you. You will save you.   Remember, no matter how much you need a voice at the other end of the line who only wants to take care of you, it is a felony to call 911 just because you need someone to talk to. You cannot shrink to radio static, to heavy breath on a telephone. Your aching does not end in an ambulance.   Now, breathe. Yes, I know you’ve heard this one before. Do it anyway. Got ribs like the wrong side of a fistfight, yeah? That’s from the hyperventilating. Your lungs just survived a car crash inside of your body. Be gentle with them, please.   Find the pocket of your heartbeat where you keep forgiveness. We will try again tomorrow– I know you’ve got a bone to pick with tomorrow, but it’s coming anyway. Listen, in a few hours our little world will turn herself right-side-up again, and you will forget about all the ways this lonely night sang you watered down blues and your hands will start to make sense again.   You think you’ve seen every ugly corner of this whole rotten world, but listen: there are an infinite number of things we don’t know and, statistically speaking, at least half of them are probably very, very beautiful.

POST-PANIC ATTACK by Ashe Vernon

(from my second book, Wrong Side of a Fistfight, available here)

[ohjessmarie]

[benchandcompass]

[deadsensescompany]

Just Breathe

“Just Breathe”

Whenever the pain is to much to bear Whenever you’ve given all you can spare When the sights in front of you are too gory to see Remember to close your eyes and just breathe

Whenever your smoke rises to high Whenever you think about wanting to die Whenever you lose and drop to your knees Stand up again and remember to breathe

Whenever you feel like you’re becoming undone Whenever you feel like everyone is gone After you lost all the blood you can bleed Stitch yourself up again and remember to breathe

Whenever you’re lost and and can’t find direction Whenever your shadow stops casting reflections Whatever egg shells you broke beneath your feet Buy a new carton and remember to breathe

Whenever you feel like there’s nothing left Whenever you have days you want to forget                           Whenever you feel like screaming in sheets Lower your voice and remember to breathe

Nothing is ever as bad as it seems And this sounds absurd coming from me With the lives we lead, but I’ve already seen Things aren’t as bad as long as you breathe

[saying]

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