1. September 18th, 2014

    (Source: dearbeta, via adoring-ends)

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  2. September 2nd, 2014

    Anonymous said: why should i carry on living?


    Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.


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  3. July 30th, 2014


My cat guarding her first and only baby


    My cat guarding her first and only baby

    (via whalecrossing)

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  4. July 17th, 2014

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  5. July 3rd, 2014



    dandelion to seed head

    I have wondered about this for so long.

    (via glassandspoiledwater)


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  6. June 9th, 2014

    i dont care what you say, adventure time is DEEP

    (Source: pretendplaytime, via glassandspoiledwater)


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  7. June 9th, 2014



    there’s a lot of weird shit on this site but have you ever seen a peeled lemon


    I feel like i’m not supposed to be looking at this.

    (via the-absolute-best-posts)

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  8. June 9th, 2014


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  9. June 2nd, 2014

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  10. May 15th, 2014

    2 Corinthians 12

    "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 

    What a relevant chapter to stumble upon. It is the only ounce of hope I have come across this entire week. I never receive answers that I want but that’s how it’s not my thoughts or feelings leading me. 

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  11. March 24th, 2014

    You cannot use someone else’s fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.
    Audre Lorde (via adrowningwoman)

    (via fuck-yeah-lit-quotes)

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  12. January 29th, 2014

    I feel like a shar pei theses days. 
must jump that rope asap.

    I feel like a shar pei theses days. 

    must jump that rope asap.

    (Source: cute-overload, via to-young)

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  13. January 29th, 2014









    this is incredible


    this was too amazing not to reblog





    Alexa Meade

    She’s brilliant.

    Wow! Amazing!

    (via glassandspoiledwater)


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  14. January 29th, 2014


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