dakotafocus
dakotafocus
Life is Beautiful.
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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
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dakotafocus · 7 years ago
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The Virgin Suicides (1999)
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dakotafocus · 7 years ago
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I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
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dakotafocus · 7 years ago
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If you’re around 18 and you dont find this nostalgic I feel bad for your childhood
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dakotafocus · 7 years ago
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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You’re the northern wind / sending shivers down my spine / you’re like fallen leaves / in an autumn night
City & Colour // Northern Wind
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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(via mossiere-blog-blog)
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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“the cure for anthing is salt water. sweat, tears, or the ocean.” - 
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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“I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.”
― Albert Einstein (via justbesplendid)
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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“Look and think before opening the shutter. The heart and mind are the true lens of the camera.” — Yousuf Karsh #WednesdayWisdom http://bit.ly/2otXwyG
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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Give me your sleepy kisses. Your legs intertwined with mine. Your head on my chest, fingers exploring my body. Give me all your dreams and vulnerability and know it’s safe in my heart.
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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Before I fall in love again 1. I want us to be friends. Which means, I want to be able to eat my favourite cheese crust pizza with you, while having cheese all over my face and even in my hair, without feeling embarrassed or concerned about it. I want to be comfortable with you, I want to be okay about being messy, irritating, embarrassing, disgusting, petty while with you. Because I will be petty when I see my ex best friend post a happy picture and I will be messy during my finals and I will be embarrassing when I meet your parents for I suck at meeting parents. I want to be okay with being the way I am and the only way to be okay is to know that you’re okay with me being things other than beautiful, graceful and composed at all times. 2. I want to be able to have long and passionate conversations with you not just about existential things but also about what went wrong in the ending of that book and how kids are affected by media and how tomato basil combination always works. I want to have conversations where we may not always have the same views but our fundamental values always fall in place. I want to talk to you about the beauty of the stars but I also want to talk to you about the disgusting mentality behind certain societal norms. 3. I want to see how consistent your actions are with your words. I don’t want to fall for love letters or poems, for sweet Instagram captions or long birthday texts, I want to fall in love with you showing up on time and keeping your promises. 4. I want to take it slow. I want our story to work out in years, not months. I want to respect time and space this time. 5. I want to make sure I am not seeking love from you for the lack of love I have for myself. I want to make sure you aren’t a void I am filling in, you are not an alternative to the things I can’t give myself. I want to make sure you are not doing the same. 6. I want to work out with my insecurities and fears from the past. I don’t want to project them on you, I don’t want to subject you to the doubts, suspicion and anger I carry from the people I have known in the past. 7. Before I fall in love again, I want to make a mattress with you. Of understanding and respect and trust. So when we fall, it doesn’t hurt.
creatingnikki  (via wnq-writers)
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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All for runners- ways to run faster and longer
Professional tai chi pants: http://www.icnbuys.com/tai-chi-pants
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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I think we all just need to find someone who doesn’t think our nose is ugly
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dakotafocus · 8 years ago
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Fear wears a pinstripe suit that makes him look so small. He chants “I’m sorry” like a prayer in a religion no one knows the name of, but everyone keeps paying tithes to. A man trying to be holy who keeps snapping the whip against his own back. A martyr, but only for an audience.   He’s dangerous, but you don’t want him to be dangerous. You want him to be SORRY SORRY SORRY just like you are always SORRY SORRY SORRY.   He shrinks–until the suit balloons around him, until he’s just big enough to get stuck in your throat. Until you’re choking on him. And he whispers: “You think you aren’t afraid of being alone, but you’re lying to yourself.”   And he’s in your mouth and he is your mouth and he’s a smooth talker. A conman and a swindler. The boy you trusted up until the moment you didn’t.   Fear is the hand on your belt and the breath on your back and he’s making ugly promises. He says, “It’s you and me and ME AND ME AND ME AND I’LL ALWAYS BE HERE.” And he coos, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” And he pants, “It’ll just be–us.”   And he says, “I never meant to hurt you.” And you don’t correct him. And you kiss him just to make him leave.
SMOOTH TALKER, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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