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Fieri Frames

Love Begins
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todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Kiana Khansmith
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ojovivo
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@theartofmadeline

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Someday you will run so far and so fast your heart will feel like fire.
Alison McGhee, Someday (via wordsnquotes)
Avatar ladies standing up for themselves after being insulted.
Stop
Flower-shop, Brussels, designed by Paul Hankar, XIX century.
I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.
Rudy Francisco (via wordsnquotes)
“Dear Catherine, I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end. Love, Theodore.”
Her (2013) dir. Spike Jonze
and I know a boy so bright I think the sun has to be jealous of his smile. And I want to turn him into a metaphor but it wouldn’t do him justice. I want to fill up every available space with the way he makes me feel- like he’s the rain on my roof, like he brings peace and safety, like he’s warmth and I’ve been cold for so long, like the way we move together sounds like applause, like how when I feel our fingers intertwine our hands turn into forest and we’re growing fast, planting roots wherever we can.
laceerainspoetry, The first kiss was a love poem I didn’t know would become my favorite. (via wnq-writers)
Textile patterns from the Igbo women’s weaving industry at Akwete, now in southern Abia State. National Library of the Netherlands, The Hague.
…Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.
Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (via wordsnquotes)
holy shit this is my fave thing on the internet