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[bvddhist]

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[m-ay-be]

[oak-andbone-questions-blog]

[orwell]

Jane Fonda and Alain Delon, 1964

[jamesfrancoco]

[addictingscience]

[heartcountry]

My heart is a stone I skip across the river. Not a single wave is made.  I forgive the stillness. Sometimes the words just aren’t there  anymore.  I don’t have the hands to carry the love I ask for in prayers. A highway full of people all headed somewhere, and I’ll never know them past these roads. Do the oceans think about what they’ve taken? Do they mourn the countries erased from maps? My heart is a stone tied around the ankle of everyone I love. I forgive the eventual untying. Sometimes I think of a name and I don’t let go of it. My body is stubborn. It holds on to secrets even I don’t know about. I stopped writing because what’s left to say? I’m lonely. My heart is a ghost story, and I forgive the haunting. My big fear is that no one else will.

Y.Z, Lightning Bug Gone Quiet (via rustyvoices)

[handmadequotes-blog]

[bob-belcher]

[perrfectly]

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest changed in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Brandon Stanton (via perrfectly)

[egillbjarki]

[porcelainspine-blog]

[cascadinellin]

me at night: ”Tomorrow I will wear something nice!”

next morning:

[pinkeblumen]