DON'T PANIC

Taylor Cole is a 22-year-old photographer based in Peoria, IL. She believes that there is always something new to see, and her photography allows her not to simply look, but to truly see the world. Through her photographs, she encourages the viewer to pause and discover beauty in the fleeting moments that often go unnoticed. When she isn't taking photographs, Taylor spends her time reading everything in sight, exploring abandoned buildings, writing poetry, and watching weird indie films.

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Today's photo brought to you by the pane of glass that suddenly fell from the window and shattered in the backyard as we stood watching and screaming in the living room.

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Just a few weeks left at the lakehouse. Grateful today for sunshine bringing life to my ghostly skin, novels that keep my mind balanced, and homemade strawberry rhubarb pie. ☀️📚🍰

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my days are ordinary 🌸

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"It's not obvious yet; the ponds may still be covered with ice, and the tree buds are still small, clenched tight. But quietly, life is staging an insurrection against the cold, preparing to emerge again based on a hint and hunch of coming warmth." -Brian McLaren, Naked Spirituality

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National Sibs Day part 2: from the good old days when charl didn't live a billion galaxies away from me. 😭

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National Sibs Day part 1: from the good old days when I was not the shortest person in my family. 😭

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This one goes out to all the pirate pals. Keep sailing, kiddos. Come in come in come in We sit cross-legged outside the front gate Plucking shards of reality from our Imaginations The roses in the lawn Stretch themselves to greet us We press our thumbs against their thorns we bleed Toxic orange The paved pathway is riddled with cracks We stagger from one to the next Let’s break our backs It’s merely a choice between this Pain and another The sun reels around the earth There is not enough light to sort Through our thoughts to say wait One moment you’re being insensible Shimmering theories are chucked at us Powdery explosions in our faces we Bend down to scrape the pieces From the pavement Soon the air is consumed with chalky smoke we choke Occasionally Something hoists us up for air A word a sight a melody But we are just as quickly Wrenched back under Wiping sludge from our eyes we trip up The porch steps Stand on the landing force air into our lungs Reach for the bronze handle Push pull turn tug It is unyielding We stand shaking for a moment before Letting go

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Got a package in the mail today with this darling gift from @sjlinquist. Love you so much, lil' stephabunny. 🐰💕 Thanks for navigating the mess with me.

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🌿forest floor🍃

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sunday funday with @logan1690: when your drinks look pretty but they taste like 💩

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throwing it back to abandoned barn adventures with the cutest roomies in existence 🐰🐰🐰

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When you walk into the Witch's Circle and realize half of the headstones have your last name on them. 👀 Please don't burn me at the stake. (at Springdale Cemetery)

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forest feet 🍃👞🌿

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pretty walls & quiet sundays

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23 and clueless as ever 😇

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woodland Carl 🌲