Love Is All

Sara. Traveler. English Major at Berkeley. Psychic Medium. Strange Christian. Writer. Horses.

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Of Love”, Red Bird

[weltenwellen]

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

[wildcraftedwoman]

He told me that I’ve been damaged since the first day he met me. But today, a woman from church prayed over me and she said within her prayer that she sees a light illuminating from inside of me, and I can feel it too like a stubborn little flickering flame that does not die.

[vintagewildlife]

American bison By: S. Wilson From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Wild Herds 1977

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joni Mitchell, Lookout Mountain, Laurel Canyon, Los Angeles, CA, 1969 © Jim Marshall.

[llovinghome]

[lovewanttimetopause]

[theminimalisto]

[warisblog]

[amerlcanteenager]

[treehoppers]

imageHarold Taylor Collection Slide 386 by Taylor, Harold A.

[alrauna]

@stinaninnas

[jmmll]

[indulgeinselfcare]

[eatpussypraylove]

It’s ok if it takes several years.

[shakespearesdaughters]

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[tankiesinpari-deactivated202011]

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when you at last find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment, and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it’s appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering -”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via dostevsky)