Saw your writings on thoughtcatalog, will definitely be keeping up with your posts!
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium

blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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NASA

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cherry valley forever

titsay
YOU ARE THE REASON
The Bowery Presents

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Love Begins

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Claire Keane
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@iso-rosa
Saw your writings on thoughtcatalog, will definitely be keeping up with your posts!
villa life (villa caprichosa, panama)
the sweet self-obsessions of too much time in one's thoughts if I could at times rip myself out of body and skull and float in the coolest ocean or be a Mediterranean villa bathed in the sun as it sets and have the breeze crash on my walls and just be no other anxieties but being
to be present // via @iso-rosa
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I've spent too much time on my own 7, 8, or 9 months long, the past not my business fantasies so mindspinning, this reality drives me to withdrawal yet here I am inside my head, closing my eyes makes my dreams real.
quarantine notes via @iso-rosa
writing blog
Libra scales (via @iso-rosa)
There's something classic about windows cracked open in the pouring rain
(via @iso-rosa)
doubt that suffocating friend, so familiar, and toxic, the chains tight and I'm seeing stars, her foe: confidence, a mentor of mine long neglected falling with the leaves in fall from the trees I try a grasp her before spring before she smashes her skull on pavement, vigilant of her movements like a child too quick for my reaching hand, in her fleeting liveliness before falling unconscious to whiplash and concussion, I beg of her, beg! come back! teach me how to live.
self-doubt via @iso-rosa
poetry and quotes
(quotes via @iso-rosa)
more poems
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (1934)
“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bnmxfld)
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