ashes

[marctanphoto]

[guarire]

too much of a coward to put myself first; too scared to do what needs to be done

[iambrillyant]

“you can begin again, over and over. there is no limit on how many times you are allowed to start over. there are no restrictions on how many chapters you are allowed to start writing. you can begin again, over and over.”

— iambrillyant

[guarire]

“biting your tongue, licking the wounds, and all along carving the moon into apple slices. all along closing the door and telling your mother stories about the ocean, how it whispers about swallowing you whole, how its voice sounds like your father’s, the father who is eavesdropping behind the door because he has never believed in secrets and he has never wanted to be loved least by either of you. the father who is still plucking the stars from the sky for apologies because he never learned how to speak without his teeth. all along growing up with constellations of bite marks in your skin, constellations meant to spell out I Love You or something like that. something like I Meant Well or I’d Never Do Anything To Hurt You, as if hurting is the worst thing a father could do. all along eating the heart and sending it straight to the gut, keeping it safe behind the liver as if a knife in the small of the back wouldn’t pierce through the belly. all along shivering, tracing the stars on the wrists, gnashing the moon between teeth.”

— Emily Palermo | ALL ALONG, THE MOTHER WEEPING. (via starredsoul)

[guarire]

“i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)”

— Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via wordsnquotes)

[love-personal]

[naddionisio]

[mujganozceylan]

Smell of the old books. Toronto, Canada.

[hannahecha-deactivated20190214]

[thelovejournals]

I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean…

Anne Sexton, “Eighteen Days Without You”, The Complete Poems (via thelovejournals)

[wildlifewednesdays]

[katsbarrell]

11213372 :

docwithtardisfez :

wildlifewednesdays :

A porcupine’s Halloween present (+ original sound effects)

I had no idea giant porcupines made fucking precious sounds

[t-aash]

PLS TURN ON UR AUDIO

[d-reamy]

[awwww-cute]

Pizza (Source: http://ift.tt/2vtnnG8)

[archiemcphee]

[segweg]

Milosav Druckmüller is, hands down, the greatest eclipse photographer in the world. Fact.

i literally just teared up this is so amazing and gorgeous and surreal wow

[sixpenceee]

A baby hippo learns to swim. (Source)

[buttonpoetry]

I am only fluent in apologies.

Hieu Minh Nguyen - “Buffet Etiquette” (NPS 2013)

[oofpoetry]

Have you ever woken up, after a loss, and gone outside, and found there such a mist of morning—of mourning—that you thought you were somewhere else, that the loss wasn’t lost, and then you heard a voice from far away whisper your name, then, vocative, pierce through the mist and guide you back to what you knew once, where you were, how things had been? You toss left, toss right, and wake up again, only to find there is no mist, no voice, no day, there is no Is, because there is no We anymore? You have? I have too, and say I’m your friend, even if we’ve never met, here to help you forget, and not forget.

James B. Nicola, “Have You Ever Woken” (via oofpoetry)