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Racheljoy: twenty-something years young, lover, fighter, friend, daughter, dreamer, professional procrastinator, hopeless, music, tea & coffee (caffeine) addict. I love flowers but I hate their smell. This blog consists entirely of things I love, and my muses. Life can be all together lovely and cruel at once, and this is mine. "patient,fine,balanced,kind."

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theunquotables

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Jack Kerouac (via theunquotables)

birdasaurus

Pepamack

misswallflower

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow” (via misswallflower)

lamignonette

grayskymorning

imihar

i’m reblogging again because i just love this photo so dearly it reminds me of my aunts house in the bay area. i can smell the cardamom tea and jasmine and hear the resonating sound of tablaas and accordions filling the air because she loved to listen to mast afghan music while cooking. bless her soul she’s in the hospital right now and i’m thinking about her.

love letter for lost friends,

It happened slowly at first, a daily chat missed, a plan cancelled, a we’ll try to be there, and one by one they disappeared. Not purposefully, but almost always in the same fashion. It came as a shock, a bruised ego, and a bout of depression for me. I questioned who was I without them, my dearest friends, my daily companions and closest confidants. They had all suddenly moved on and found a better partner than I could be, but it was inevitable, they were always such strong, amazing woman. When we spoke of it while both single, it was always the same conversations, insisting we would never be like that one dreadful friend who had done it to us. But then as time went on they still unknowingly did it to me. I always thought our friendships were incomparable, we struggled as women together. When they disappeared, I convinced myself I was a burden, and my pride insisted not only would I not find that bliss that made one forget those still suffering, but that I was not worth remembering. The perpetually single girl could not have realistically believed they could have stayed forever. I know now that life moves on, love is a fickle thing, and I can’t hope to keep everyone enamoured by me forever. Now I just relish in that flitter of excitement when my phone lights up with a familiar name, and a message of missing me. It’s funny though, I’ve never left but I now calmly accept that they have, and happily embrace them when they appear for a moment.

karlyandcooper-deactivated20190

Pay attention to whom your energy increases and decreases around, because that’s the universe giving you a hint of who you should embrace or stray from.

(via birthofasupervillain)

I watched them die and I didn’t even blink, it’s happened before, too many times to count. brown eyes like mine, feared for the power they hold, and dissipate before our eyes. I wish this were the last.