Bee on flower painter in watercolour
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Bee on flower painter in watercolour
Being our messy authentic selves helps create a space where others feel safe to be themselves, too. Your vulnerability can be a gift to others. How badass is that?
b.oakman (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I feel you bro.
our world. idk
listen.
if you can hear me
sometimes you won’t really know
if you can see me
there are just things that you have to let go
we grow in vein
sometimes in pain
this mask that we wear
the other side not willing to share
you may hear or see
but who would’ve thought
you just never understood me.
-Juliette Conzuelo
you do.
Oh Great Spirit, Creator of all things; Human Beings, trees, grass, berries. Help us, be kind to us. Let us be happy on earth. Let us lead our children To a good life and old age. These our people; give them good minds To love one another. Oh Great Spirit, Be kind to us Give these people the favor To see green trees, Green grass, flowers, and berries This next spring; So we all meet again Oh Great Spirit, We ask of you.
—- Mohawk Prayer
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Graphic - Rithika Merchant
Follow me to my bed Cause every time you fall, I’ll be holdin’ your head up
I worship nature because there is a feeling I get in the woods that I’ve never felt in a church.
(via toxicwonderlandrage)
my friends groovy mushroom poster 🍄
Your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest, thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wild-flowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over again, no matter how badly you are devastated.
I love what this stands for
Fuente: lady-katana
I don’t think she found herself, I think she found her first, and just kept on going.
O wow my favorite color is yellow!
First sign of spring
awww love me always.
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Sleeping and dreaming about our mother.
power of me.
I begin to be.
I begin to see.
The part of me that is there.
The child.
The loner.
The stoner.
The wanabee Earthship owner.
To begin again
is like taking the uncontrollable wind
and putting it in your lungs
and just learning
to breath again
and again.
-Juliette Conzuelo