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@lifeisabeautifulthingbruh

Yo guys! Okay so first things first, I'm not gunna' make fake promises about how I'll post regularly or any bullshit like that. I'm a busy girl. But I do have insomnia so I figured this would be a great thing to do, not only as a creative outlet but to pass the hours until I finally get tired. Enjoy.

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wnq-writers

It’s okay to walk away. You’re allowed to leave this place. You’re allowed to leave toxic people. You’re allowed to say no without explaining why. You’re allowed to quit something that you don’t really love. You can move freely. You’re allowed to start over with something else. You’re allowed to fail and try and try again.

ginniemouse (via wnq-writers)

food-porn-diary

Ribeye steak with rosemary potatoes, mushrooms, and a side of bearnaise [3024 × 4032][OC]

iglovequotes

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deeplifequotes

When you see something beautiful in someone, tell them. It may take seconds to say, but for them, it could last a lifetime.

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relatablepoetryandquotes

via @grungelifee

metradell-vyorei-deactivated202

Anyone else go through that occasional phase where toast and butter is just the tastiest fucking creation on the planet and you have to restrain yourself from eating an entire loaf of bread in ten minutes

theanimalmemes

kushandwizdom

Not everyone is meant to be loyal to you. Some are meant to come along and remind you to watch the company you keep.

http://twitter.com/kushandwizdom (via kushandwizdom)

mychickens

Rock is an Orange Hog!!!

iglovequotes

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relatablepoetryandquotes

via @grungelifee

the-la-li-lu-le-lowdown

A Visitor

My father, for example, who was young once and blue-eyed returns on the darkest of nights to the porch and knocks wildly at the door, and if I answer I must be prepared for his waxy face, for his lower lip swollen with bitterness. And so, for a long time, I did not answer, but slept fitfully between his hours of rapping. But finally there came the night when I rose out of my sheets and stumbled down the hall. The door fell open

and I knew I was saved and could bear him, pathetic and hollow, with even the least of his dreams frozen inside him, and the meanness gone. And I greeted him and asked him into the house, and lit the lamp, and looked into his blank eyes in which at last I saw what a child must love, I saw what love might have done had we loved in time.

#poetry #mary oliver