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@sundance-kid
Sometimes things don’t work out. It’s ok I don’t need to catastrophise. The world will keep turning. Dinner needs to be made. I get to tuck myself into bed. I am feeling vulnerable tonight and that’s okay .
you can hate yourself all you want but the world is beautiful and it welcomes you
if you start reading books again. you will feel at least a little better. I promise
girl chill there’s literally all kinds of everything everywhere
a cow and i have probably shared the same thought about how the sun hits the wild grass
“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well
Dorothy Lake Gregory - Moonlight Gossip (1921)
"no trespassing" "restricted area" "private property" bro im literally curious by nature
I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon
Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios
i dont really care about anything other than everything in the world
i am a perfectly nonchalant person. except on days where i crave love. then i choke up and go insane and begin howling at the moon
“Winter is the only true season of touching. In winters, no matter how efficiently you dress up, a raindrop will find you. Fogs will enshroud you and leave their wetness on your face. Dry, cold air will crack your lips. As you inhale, mist will touch your nostrils and the inside of your throat. You will feel winter’s touch on the backs of your ears. Winter’s physicality reaches everywhere.”
— Nikita Arora, A history of botany and colonialism touched off by a moss bed (via halcynth)