Devotions (2017), 'The Summer Day' (1990) Mary Oliver, p. 319.

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Devotions (2017), 'The Summer Day' (1990) Mary Oliver, p. 319.
why do cherries have to be sexual & strawberries get to be all innocent. why are we slut shaming fruit. what is the sexual valence of a blueberry
once i get over it i will be over it
there’s something so incredibly soft about the phrase “this made me think of you.” or, “this reminded me of you.” like!!!! being known is scary but then people see fragments of you in the world around them and can’t help but share that love and i think that’s beautiful.
Things that excite me
1 hr long leisurely breakfast
A bowl of oatmeal
My future and turning 30
Finishing things
Time
Bedtime
i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look
they hate when you serve big dark eyes and dark hair
i love to be the most laidback customer to ever grace an establishment. comrade i will wait one william years for your goods and services
I miss my fucking something so bad
need a hozier song about the treacherous gruelling distance between waking up and my first cup of coffee for the day. only he could describe how I crawl on my hands and knees covered in blood and muck to finally grasp at my mug with shaking hands. if u even care
i know you said we ride at dawn but i’m not a morning person actually. can we ride after lunch
soooo if youre not supposed to look back in anger how the fuck are you supposed to look back
going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way
girls who can’t let go of anything still check the weather in places they no longer belong to (it’s me)