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the hardest part isn't even the being alone - it is that i know i have all this love fossilizing in me, a pearl. a plum stone. it's that i want to find someone to fissure it out into; my palm an open cup.
i know one must love oneself first. i know friendships are real love. i know i know i know. but i also - so timidly - i keep picturing my life as being with someone. to hand them my heart and have them say ah, this is the kind of thing i was dreaming of.
I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.
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hm sometimes i wish i was one of those people who moves thousands of miles away and never looks back and has a ton of adventures unmoored from their past and where theyβre from but i canβt help looking back and iβm deeply, fervently defined by every person, thing, or place iβve ever loved
Stop normalizing the grind and start normalizing whatever this is
LauterbrunnenβMuΜrren Mountain Railway MuΜrren, Switzerland
somedays my heart feels so close to the surface like it wants to take me somewhere and is tired of the limitations of my body, of my feet always walking in the wrong direction. this isnβt really an original thought. i have told you this before. someone almost loved me and they come to me in dreams even now but i punish my daytime mind for any thoughts of soccer or duvet covers or carrot cake and i never think about him except when it is dark out and i am in the backseat of the car and no one can see the alternate life passing through me, the one where he laughs forever and i press my ear as close as i can because i am tired of the limitations of my body. someday things will be different. the losses will fall off of me like particles from another world, landing on a small unsuspecting planet. i will garden and have at least one big window where i can see the sky and have the good sense to look. but today i asked God to empty my heart of whatever wasnβt meant for it and he is still in there somewhere, occupying a small space in a big way. if i let myself reach out to touch it then i would probably find out that thereβs small space inside of him too that flinches when he looks at the moon. of course it doesnβt help to know that. it doesnβt help to know that the dark sky is a cauldron we both sit in to punish ourselves for the life we didnβt have.
Sandra Cisneros
Romaine Brooks, Femme avec des fleurs (1912)
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
When you become 20 something, you have to forgive yourself or you will never grow up. You have to forgive yourself for everything and learn from it.
Up my spine at Passo Falzarego
by elisabethdaring
black hole sun
Snoqualmie, Washington
Swedish Lapland // Marina Weishaupt
by Brendon Burton
via parallax.cult
by Anatolych
girls really are expected to concentrate and work on a laptop when it is connected to the internet and all the shiny little images and videos that are always luring them in are right there....
Fall in love. Maybe it doesn't have to be with someone. Fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at lam, the glistening of the stars, the colors of the sun as it rises, the smell of flowers, the feeling of adrenaline that takes over your whole body and suffocates your lungs with joy, good friends who bring out your best, silence, noise, fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose. Fall in love with life.
β a.s.b
regarding the rΓΆttgen pietΓ , elle emerson
@WeHeartIt /entry/298591011
Glacier Peak Circumnavigation by williswall
Views from Mountain Hostel, Gimmelwald, Switzerland. ( via )
Louise Roe
The Local Vault
But have you thanked yourself for carrying you this far yet?
Jeanne D'Arc Stickers π₯
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Tom Bombadilβs house
Life among the treesβ¦.