Yasmín @materina-duska - Tumblr Blog

i’m so thankful we’re alive to smell flowers and touch saltwater and get chilled in the breeze and take deep breaths and make foods warm with love and dance and laugh and move and wake up and dig our hands in dirt and eat strawberries and draw mindlessly and remember and sing and joke and walk down the same street again and again and make meaning. we are so lucky we get to be and feel and keep going

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Oh, to be a tiny mermaid to escape the heat

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don’t play it cool, be passionate and insane

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Practical Magic dir. Griffin Dunne | 1998

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Touching grass is not enough; I need to travel far over the misty mountains cold.

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i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease

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Wendy Cope, June to December: Summer Villanelle

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The taste of overripe peaches over the sink, bare feet on hardwood floors that stayed warm long after the sun went down, the sudden shift from green to gold, and the quiet realization that the sweetest part of summer is already slipping through your fingers like melted ice.

when june fades into july.

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lamiafemme

You really start to understand that the “angry black woman” and “mean lesbian” stereotype only exists to shame us for the fact we get reasonably upset about people wanting to horrifically abuse us indiscriminately. Let’s get meaner !