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Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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occasionally subtle
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Today's Document

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Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
almost home
styofa doing anything
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@moth-boy
I love it here I absolutely love it here
This is too intense
I spent the afternoon with a person i love today :-)
Dawson Creek Garden
holy shit I'd stay here forever
rain is just clouds touching u
Lover, this is not just another poem. This is my goddamn revolt. I am done holding my tongue like a bible. There is too much war in every verse of our silence. We have all dug too many trenches away from ourselves.
- Andrea Gibson, Pole Dancer (via drywithlonging)
…’cause anyone who has ever sat in lotus for more than a few seconds knows it takes a hell of a lot more muscle to stay than to go.
Andrea Gibson, excerpt from Pole Dancer (via coffeeslut)
Diphylleia grayi also known as the skeleton flower. The petals turn transparent with the rain.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
The Little Prince (via psych-facts)
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You are in an in-between, in a world with no memories, so forget your hands and what they’ve done before. Forget your fingers. Float in this kingdom. Be the kind of brave you’ve only ever read about in books, then be braver than that. Be boneless, but keep your spine. Bend and bend and bend yourself into a bridge that you haven’t burned yet, then cross it. You are more than you thought you were. Unbroken and perfect, healing like the bruise on your knee, singing like a hymn where the only words are “I saved myself.” Swallow the old world. Swallow the darkest it’s ever been and then keep it down until it surrenders. You are here now. You are here and you are the forgiveness in every mouth. You are here, and you are glowing like early morning. Welcome back. Welcome home.
Caitlyn Siehl, You Are Here (via sleepingtigers)
took a little time yesterday to pick some wildflowers and succulents