Alice Notley// Colette// Meleager// Walter Robert // Michaela Leventis// Victor Hugo
almost home
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Andulka
macklin celebrini has autism

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Kaledo Art
Monterey Bay Aquarium
cherry valley forever

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NASA
Show & Tell

Origami Around

shark vs the universe

Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
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Alice Notley// Colette// Meleager// Walter Robert // Michaela Leventis// Victor Hugo
Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)
Warsan Shire, from "Extreme Girlhood", Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: How to Recognize and Heal the Invisible Effects of Childhood Emotional Neglect
Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die.
“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”
— Catherine Breillat (via atrialflutters)
a concept: me, in my cottage, in front of the wood stove, sipping tea. looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expansive garden. my goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. i feel content with my choices and my future. i unconditionally and recklessly love myself. the local children believe i am a witch.
sometimes im like…..what is the point of all this ??? and then i hang out with the people i love, and for a brief moment, i see
[text ID: This is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it’s getting cold. /end ID]
im the girl at the party who brings a personal wine and sits on the porch chainsmoking mumbling gregorian chants