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wow. this tumblr is 15 years old

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when I don’t spend enough time with nature I feel unwell. I wonder if everyone is like that and they just don’t know it

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The stories we tell ourselves about ourselves and our preoccupation with others’ perceptions of us can make us miss the point of our lives.

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when she said, “I’m with you.”

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love isn’t enough. it never was

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I found you in my dreams. You looked so like yourself with your dazzling smile and dressed too cute. I hugged you and held you and begged you to come back to us. You had somewhere else to be, but I already knew that

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if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known — T. Krieder

there is bliss on the other side of the inferno, at the bottom of the staircase

and to love ourselves we have to be prepared to truly know ourselves

only then can we muster the compassion required to love ourselves even in our worst moments

that is healing, true healing

healing is not striving for perfection, but believing each version of myself is as worthy of compassion and redemption as I was the day I was born

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9 years with this little puppy

What would I do without you

edit. wow, these pics, I look so far away 💔 moving to brooklyn after losing my grandmas back to back… sending love to past jen

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being sisters is one of the best joys

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we’re moving again. our new spot is better, but I will miss these windows, especially at dusk

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Beach House Kings Theatre

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One of the hardest parts of leaving Seattle was leaving behind this little bench. My grandma Alice and I once sat there together. After she died, I liked to sit there to feel closer to her. I could hear the sound of her laugh and the way she said my name. I could see her smiling at me, her eyes, and felt her holding my hand. I didn’t want to move to New York City because it wouldn’t have that bench, a place where we were together.

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But my memory of her lives in my body, and wherever my body is, she is with me. Wherever I am, the love she showed me is with me, as are the lessons she taught me, the generosity of her heart, and her zest for adventure.

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In my grief this past year, I think I forgot how to let myself feel joy and hold onto it. I lost a part of myself. I know she would want me to find it again. She’d remind me to embrace all there is to love about being alive and all the good. She’d tell me gratitude gives us strength. It’s what holds us over.

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I want to remember this night

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A friend crashed at our place.

As I loaded the guest sheets into the washing machine, I realized my gramma was the last person to use them. I had been on the verge of tears since I brought them out but hadn’t understood why.

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Sometimes I wonder what Sly thinks about phones. I imagine he wonders why this bright rectangle makes me laugh and smile but also so sad. He swats it with his paw when it makes me cry and when I’ve been looking at it too long.

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reading old emails makes me want to flush myself down the toilet omg

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10 years of dates, 5 years of marriage ♡

On our first “we’re dating now” date at an art walk in Wynwood, I snapped my dress strap and you spilled red wine all over your shirt. On our fifth anniversary of setting that date, we got married outside, just us two and a notary, and it couldn’t have been more perfect. 10 years on, I love you more than ever. #stillthekidsweusedtobe