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Melbourne, Australia. Read, write, fuck the patriachy, go vegan.

[love]

by Mark Samsonovich

[teeashirts]

[love]

by Francois-Henri Galland

[theartofmoviestills]

Howl’s Moving Castle | Hayao Miyazaki | 2004

[flmblr]

How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?

Blue Valentine, Derek Cianfrance (2010)

[knowing]

[colorogasm]

northern lights

Photo by Luke Stackpoole 

[geranialeshume-deactivated20220]

It’s so quiet. I wonder where our friends the little kodama went.

[desflorecia]

[bled]

[radlikemydad]

This is the scene that got me asking every day for 10 years where my musical soul mate is

[dinah-lance]

Jameela Jamil photographed by John Tsiavis for Vera Magazine (2018)

[hipindie]

[thunder]

via weheartit

[lifeinpoetry]

“What traumas do we carry that we picked up along the way, that were never ours to begin with?”

— Krista Franklin, from “Under the Knife,” published in Poetry

[dotwav]

[pizzawithwine]

[lifeinpoetry]

Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little. It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn. 

—  Paul Guest, from “1987,” published in Poem-a-Day