lavender sky

tryna be better. 

[soracities]

(holy alone) holy (alone holy) alone

E.E. Cummings, from ‘[brIght]’ (via wethinkwedream)

[harrowingp]

A young Kenyan woman holds her pet deer in Mombassa, March 1909.Photograph by Underwood and Underwood

[barcarole]

Billie Holiday performing at the Newport Jazz festival on July 6, 1957. Photos by Bill Spilka.

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[desert-dreamer]

[faith-in-humanity]

Priti Bhatt India

[ehais]

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[wearmoonlight]

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

Warsan Shire (via purplebuddhaproject)

[yelverton]

i rlly am not interested in whether men are made uncomfortable by feminism because i am made uncomfortable by men every day of my life

[heavenfay-deactivated20181211]

I kiss you in a dream you and me as molasses, as girls six-feet-deep in willow tree leaves (under which I give my breath to your heartbeat and we laugh eternally), as lightning in my cheeks even when I wake. I kiss you from desert to that place where it does not rain. The sky will not break there, but here it is bleeding and there are two rainbows that I wish you could see. There is a storm that rattles the windows and reminds me of the shelter in your breastbone.

poem as a postcard, Heaven Fay (via heavenfay)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.

Czesław Miłosz, “I Sleep A Lot” (via wethinkwedream)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Say alone. Forty times. Pair it with the desert. Say it. Alone. Alone. Alone. Say the words plain, she says. Say it plain. Say it outright. Alone. Don’t get poetic. Say I. Say me. Say I am alone. Own it. I am alone.

Jeanann Verlee, from The Session (via wethinkwedream)

[justncases]

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

Anais Nin (via justncases)

[thunderstruck9]

Penleigh Boyd (Australian, 1890-1923), View from Pinnacle, Mt. Wellington, 1914. Watercolour on paper, 36.5 x 53.8 cm.

[we-are-all-one-tribe]

[marcokd]

[destinydiamante-deactivated2022]

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[nightoesphere]

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