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Lots of poetry, mostly about women - Explorer - Photography https://ko-fi.com/rivera

[sift]

[youll-never-get-over-me]

[perrfectly]

[greenteacology]

Why must I “make a hypothesis” and “have a real research question?” Is it not enough to be sexy and collect random data until I stumble across a discovery?

[youll-never-get-over-me]

Maybe she'll love me

And we will hike mountains will stars in our hands and ice in our breath

Lay across fields of bluegrass dreams with rosé sunsets and stories of past lives

I'll have someone to hold me when I cry, someone who understands why I never want to be inside

Maybe she'll love me

And maybe she won't

[caroldanversenthusiast]

This is one of the best lesbian movies i’ve seen and it’s a fricking car commercial

[youll-never-get-over-me]

My roommates came in to see me crying on the living room floor with the cat, and layed down next to me without a word

I don't think anyone has loved me more than two married lesbians who almost never see me at home

[overthink]

Julia Trotti

[milamai]

Snowing Stars ❄⭐ (by Milamai)

[sunshine-and-honeyy]

*gives you a shiny rock* i love you. *gives you a pretty flower* i love you. *gives you a pretty feather* i love you. *gives you a little toad* he loves you too

[dykemd]

so what if im in love with you mind ur own business

[bassiter]

Visit Original Link

Like Real People Do by Hozier except on your headphones as you wait for the city bus during a rainstorm.

requested by @aestheticandpolitik

[schuylerpeck]

“We collect rainwater just outside the city. A bucket of wet sky, her laugh like a sonata. My fingers shake in the tangled grass and she teaches me to smoke cigarettes. Be cool, be calm. Even after we get dressed to leave, I’ve got mud on my knees. I am neither delicate or dazzling. Stumbly mouth, sadness not suitable for art. How do you love a girl with fear curled at the back of her throat?”

— Schuyler Peck, Soft Curls and Cyanide

[criwes]

[rosypeacht]

some of the photos i took on my run yesterday

[youll-never-get-over-me]

Summer

Slip of a ring finger over paper mache stories

Glass full of thick humidity after rain

Long strides on broken memory roads

Golden lighthouses in wide open fields at night

Shattered mirrors swaying on top waves

[cottagehonaey]

wide open field hold a special place in my heart