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[tylerknott]

“Woke with weary legs from a day spent wandering. Now I go again.” .. — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Salt Lake City, Utah)

[vrosehips-blog]

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

John Muir

[vrosehips-blog]

My 100 word manifesto

[wordsandshe]

please tell me which part of yourself you hate the most so I know exactly where to plant my lips every time I see you

Trista Mateer (via wordsandshe)

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The art of sentence length.

[vrosehips-blog]

Hikers trifecta Cocoa covered strawberry Food that doesn't melt 📸: @vallerieeeee (at Angeles National Forest)

[stargazerinmoksha]

I placed myself in the dirt a year ago. I saw the worms crawl through my thoughts and I let the ink run dry, my, they never taught us how to cry about people. They never taught us how to love, so we have problems when it came to the mirror. Lately, my reflection is a little better. Lately, the muddy puddles show the midnight sky. Lately, the rain has been. The rain didn’t leave and we shouldn’t stay outside for much longer, we lose winning battles, but a losing war is never the end. Every book has a place on my shelf and yeah, we’ve died to feel something. They never taught us about needs and wants. They taught us our abcs and 123s, I can’t spell some names and I can still count my lovers all down to the cell. We change every year, we change every day. I guess the dirt grew more roses than I can admit. That’s why I can’t take a compliment. My apologies.

5 minute poetry (via thesocietyofpoets)

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #1605 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!

[lhzthepoet]

When I was younger, I wondered what it would be like to sit in the eye of a storm. Now that I’m older I realize, I am the storm.

girls like me are chaos right down to the core // L.H.Z (via thesocietyofpoets)

[0rb-it-deactivated20231206]

‘Obscure Landscapes’ (Origami paper, National Geographic and Ink) by Heidi Prescott

[vrosehips-blog]

I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply all my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy. —Og Mandino

[vrosehips-blog]

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

-Anais Nin

[thesadghostclub]

💖 👻 Be wherever you need to be 👻 💖

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Thank you

[incidentalcomics]

Trains of Thought

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[minderlithe]

[vrosehips-blog]

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

Bob Marley

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[vrosehips-blog]

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