[love-the-person-you-are]

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[floralls]

[strawb-aries]

[softstained]

“i know the tongue she speaks— grief is a kind of language you can touch.”

— Ojo Taiye, from “Is This Still What I Want?” All of Us are Birds and Some of Us Have Broken Wings

[ripe]

coyotewillow on ig

[courtneyhellenphoto]

[geopsych]

[milamai]

[excdus]

[vulturepunk-archival]

“my heart is a limping deer.”

— Hafizah Geter, from ‘the unrequited, its aftermath’, in Drunken Boat (via 7-weeks)

[colorel11]

Daltmejd sculptures

[expressions-of-nature]

Martvili, Georgia by Vruyr Martirosyan

[juansendizon]

“Regrets, the scars of my soul.”

— Juansen Dizon

[runawaydevill]

Artist: Janusz Jurek

[exactly-img]

[90377]

[olivaveyla]