let me occupy your mind as you do mine

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[sapphothetic-moved]

salma deera / richard siken / tumblr

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Be the reason someone believes in the goodness of people.

Karen Salmansohn (via kvtes)

[littlefugu]

The past 10 days have been rough in ways I did, and did not, anticipate. I have been antsy, sad, tired, upset, withdrawn, panicked, traumatized, irritable, heart broken unfocused, guilty, quiet, anxious, anything but calm, serene and happy. I’ve come to hate terms and/or phrases such as “I had to put my dog down”, “Delta wants you to be happy”, “It will get easier eventually”, “You gave her a great life”, “She lived a long and happy life”...even “I’m sorry for your loss”. I know every single person who utters any one of these phrases or condolences has my very best interest at heart; but heartfelt, genuine condolences mean nothing to me right now. Everyone grieves differently but I know someone out there knows what I’m talking about

Tearing away from all of the bullshit and everything, plain and simple, no questions asked, I want my dog back. I want Delta. And no one can do that for me so nothing else matters; it all means nothing. I've been going to my mom's house a lot since everything. At night, I sit there sometimes, just sitting there on the floor and everyone else has left the room to do their own thing; my brother watching TV in the next room, my mom browsing the computer in a different room and I just sit there and see shadows of her physical self wandering around the house. She's looking for any left over crumbs on the kitchen floor that she didn't pick up the first time. She's stealing glances at the room to make sure everything is ok. She's scaring herself from the taps of her nails on the floor and I'm reminding myself I need to try and dremel her nails down so she doesn't do this to herself. But the most important, and the biggest heartbreak; she'd eventually leave the kitchen and come to sit in front of me, just a foot away and, if I allowed her to, in that moment, take her opportunity to lick my face. And I always, ALWAYS, give in because I can't resist her. We would always have our moment on the floor where we are just connecting. I am by no means a religious person. Don't ask me what I believe because I could tell you I believe in something or I could tell you I don't believe in anything but the honest truth is I don't know what I believe in. That being said, I genuiely and whole heartedly believe that my soul is missing hers. That's my only way to describe a connection that is so natural and so real. No work was put into it. It just was. The connection and the bond never once started or had an origin; all of a sudden it just existed.It is hard to describe. And maybe it’s not meant to be explained or analyzed. That’s where this deep rooted sadness comes from, I think. How do you repair a soul that has been ripped away from another? It is not a gentle pull apart type of act; it was ripped away. You can’t replicate that type of bond; it’s irreplaceable. I am unsure if it's meant to be healed. The pain resulting from it resurfaces every day, at any point in time and reaches its height at the end of the day when everything around me is slowing down and my surroundings are settling for the night. And it’s a nightmare. An absolute nightmare; because, right now, the last day replays in my mind over and over again no matter how much I try to not think about. I know it’s because she’s always on my mind and my heart is always with her and my soul is always constantly trying to find her again. Going to sleep at the end of a long day, of any day, used to be one of my favorite things but it has since become my personal hell. I am afraid to go to sleep and relive all of the raw emotion and turmoil from that last day. It's a nightly ritual of emotional torture. more to come later because this is heavy stuff

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…she bloomed in his hands.

Anais Nin, “Little Birds” (via thatkindofwoman)

[littlefugu]

[flyingmind]

your very existence helps; your lips tracing across my skin a deeply treasured bonus. every place they touch creating a tremor, a heat; yet encompassing the soft touch of drew on grass, or the sun sweeping gently over the earth in the morning. your passion that is steeped deeply in love, flowing in it’s strong warm glory, gives me life. I drink it in, my head spins with madness and words there is no language for.

m.e.  || flyingmind (via thatkindofwoman)

[lisarayanne]

[aristocrator]

[university-style]

[littlefugu]

In the past, humans hesitated when they took lives, even non-human lives. But society had changed, and they no longer felt that way. As humans grew stronger, I think that we became quite arrogant, losing the sorrow of 'we have no other choice.' I think that in the essence of human civilization, we have the desire to become rich without limit, by taking the lives of other creatures.

Hayao Miyazaki

[university-style]

[dontyouwannadance]

Yo its’ okay if you’re a white girl who likes Uggs and spray tans and pop music and instagramming your Starbucks. Don’t let tumblr make you think for one minute that liking things like that makes you inferior.

Same goes for if you’re a hipster trans mexican/japanese Pizza Underground enthusiast with a hello kitty neck tattoo.

If you’re not hurting anyone, you be you. There’s nothing wrong with that.

[observando]

Stop waiting for the right person to come into your life. Be the right person to come to someone’s life.

Leo Babauta 

yes, godamnit. 

(via thatkindofwoman)

[f4bulazy]

I think the sign of a true soulmate isn’t someone you just want to do the super cool stuff with. A real soulmate is the person who makes any ordinary day fun. Some people make all these huge plans to do with their special someone, fuck that. Find someone who you can take grocery shopping and still have a blast with. Find someone who makes you look forward to waking up on Monday.

(via thatkindofwoman)

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[awildflowerspirit]

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

Haruki Murakami (via thatkindofwoman)