Lucky Tiger @luckytigerman98 - Tumblr Blog

trying to work on leaving negative spaces in my trees, overdoing the water as per usual🙄

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more sketches💫

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p00lsideconvo

an ode to summer

medusas-daughter

Chappell Roan not playing about her boundaries and personal safety and putting her foot down and yelling "shut the fuck up" at rude paparazzi during the VMAs red carpet is healing something in me truly. That is a lesbian woman refusing to act all grateful and bashful at being allowed space, she is owning the space for which she has worked over a decade and assertively setting her boundaries and giving zero fucks about whose ego she bruises on the way because only people who take advantage of you take offense when you set boundaries and I am enjoying every second of it

loveridden1999

by mattxiv on instagram

wedarkacademia

petalsinfall

I did so much this summer I feel like myself again

Closing the door to August

Mourning the vanishing heat and mislaid sun I hold on for dear life,

to the promise of summers supple love. Sunburns still peeling across my back.

I'll let September come. Let it trace me in its silhouette. Still young enough that the cooling water does not gash its way to my heart. Anticipating the hardiness of winter yet to come.

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Diner Blues

Your caffeine free love is leaving me weary/

Fill my cup with your burnt bitter grounds/let me pick them from my teeth and savor their aftertaste into the late afternoon

Promise me eggs drenched in hot sauce/bacon fried crispy/pancakes soaked in your syrup

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memeodrama

solar power + text posts pt. III [pt. I] [pt. II]

memeodrama

lorde in every album promo interview

apoemaday

The Poet Dreams of the Mountain

by Mary Oliver

Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountain, slowly, taking the rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky that we have smothered for years now, a century at least. I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know. All that urgency! Not what the earth is about! How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts. In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.