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The Dreams in the Witch House by Harry O. Morris

this week has been the craziest, but also that’s going to be the next week too. in other news though, i’m very excited about how this paper is turning out.

ishana-g

This is an old post. It was laying in my drafts. Y i didn't post it i have no idea maybe I was planning to add something more?

tiredbiostudent

spring: appreciating the sunlight & getting excited about the future!

listening to new slang by the shins

herzlichegal

My biggest flex is people feel comfortable enough to be themselves around me. No judgement zone.

somerabbitholes

I don’t know what these flowers are but they’re four months old and thriving

thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva

aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman

From the August 4, 1974 profile of Christine Chubbuck, a newscaster who committed suicide by gunshot live and on air (x)

demxnte

You gotta walk in rooms like God sent you

bakwaaas

as a punishment.

#pentifer

khadlja

pray a lot!! pray for everything, even/especially if it seems silly or impossible or ridiculous and you can barely voice it. pray for the little things and the big things and everything in between. keep that connection between you and God open all day, every day. pray and then watch how tiny miracles fill your life.

possesseth-by-fire

Roberto Ferri (2014)

Anima Mundi

kalynroseanne

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.