S P L I F F M O O

Every box of raisins is a story of a grape that could have been wine

[dailyhilux]

Toyota 4Runner

[iguanamouth]

a mess

[itastemetal-deactivated20200404]

this is THE BEST explanation of this aspect of mental illness i have ever seen

[syndrome-stendhal]

Ruprecht von Kaufmann (Germany)

[halfbakedastrology]

The Signs as things found in nature

Aries:wildfires, olive branches, alpha wolves Taurus:mushrooms, wild horses, mossy stones Gemini:flowers in concrete, snakes, hurricanes Cancer:moonlight, rain showers, the womb Leo:peyote plants, lava, fireflies Virgo:bear families, weeping willow trees, spiderwebs Libra:gold, chameleons, salt Scorpio:caves, thorns, icebergs Sagittarius:water lilies, El Nino, tornados Capricorn:rabbits, kudzu, earth quakes Aquarius:the northern lights, sand, waterfalls Pisces:pearls, cherry trees, tadpoles

[boho-garden-of-tears]

Iran-Isfahan

[pir-ado]

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[dykerepublic-blog]

Amazing tattoos for an amazing body. That’s U.S. professional soccer player Natasha Kai. 

[hawaiigirlproblems]

Chee Hawaii raised

[ljegers-deactivated20181129]

[lairreparablefugadeltiempo]

[vanillagloss]

[perrfectly]

[thisfreelife]

Bye to everyone who says this is just a phase. Bye to those who don’t give you recognition as a member of our community. Bye to the ones who question you for every person you’re interested in. Bye to substances that tear us down like tobacco, which claims tens of thousands of us each year, when we have the power to build each other up. You are real. You matter. You are so much more than they know. Time to say hi to your bi pride.

[kushandwizdom]

[soillseach]

[lifeinpoetry]

i tried to talk about comfort but how do you describe a color you’ve never been allowed to see?

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “Comfort,” published in West Branch (via lifeinpoetry)

[entheognosis]

You cannot use butterfly language to communicate with caterpillars.

Timothy Leary (via entheognosis)

[charlotteagerillustration]

[funeraltango]

For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows, the joy, the poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff. You have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine Von Radics.   (via funeraltango)