My battery is low and it’s getting dark
the Mars rover

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Love Begins
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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My battery is low and it’s getting dark
the Mars rover
“Killing yourself slowly is still killing yourself. Wanting to die is not the same as wanting to come home.”
— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak
“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”
— Warsan Shire
post run endorphins most definitely lead to the creation of this video….
She imagined the animals circling drowsily, listening to echoes pinging through the water, painting pictures in three dimensions– images that only they could decode. The thought of experiencing your surroundings in that way never failed to fascinate her: the idea that to ‘see’ was also to ‘speak’ to others of your kind, where simply to exist was to communicate. In contrast, there was the immeasurable distance that separated her from Fokir. What was he thinking about… Whatever it was, she would never know: not just because they had no language in common but because that was how it was with human beings, who came equipped, as a species, with the means of shutting each other out. The two of them, Fokir and she, could have been boulders or trees for all they knew of each other, and wasn’t it better in a way, more honest, that they could not speak? For if you compared it to the ways in which the dolphin’s echoes mirrored the world, speech was only a bag of tricks that fooled you into believing that you could see through the eyes of another being.
Amitav Gosh, The Hungry Tide (132)
Missing my track days
Stella Walsh’s women’s track and field training program
(George Silk. 1956)
I shouldn’t have painted you in wonderful colors that will wash off when we’re standing in the middle of a storm.
sincerelyari (via wnq-writers)
Hurdles are beautiful
my old tumblr
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”