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They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.

a Mexican proverb (via animalsandtrees)

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whenever I’m traveling I always get tripped out at the fact that this is someone’s actual hometown like they know every back road and how to get everywhere and they’ve probably had tons of memories in this city

but I’m just someone passing by

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Word. 👊

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Source IG @basementfox

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A whiskey-drinking woman knows that none of us fit in these neat little boxes. She’d never pigeonhole other women—or men for that matter. She knows that each of us are infinitely full of gorgeous nooks and crannies waiting to be explored, and that the people who are willing to brave our fire in order to enjoy our warmth are the ones worth keeping in our lives.

Sara Crolick (via kvtes)

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Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via kvtes)

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This is actually perfect in every way.

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Lights are off he’s taking off his… COAT. HE’S TAKING OFF HIS COAT. naomiswift13 kaileeswift jbdswifty fearlesslyjulii swifting247 dancinglikeits1989

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If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.

― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed (via edwardspoonhands)

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I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire  (via finegoodsfinefolk)

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We are so brave to keep making promises. We are so brave to mean them. People can tell how tired our hearts are from across the street but we still hold hands while we ride the train. You bring me water when I cry and make sure I drink the whole glass. I buy your favorite records for three dollars and we listen to them together. We drink wine in the nighttime and say things like ‘this is where it hurts’. We draw maps of each other’s pasts. Heartbreaks colored in black. Grief outlined in purple. The happiest times shaded yellow. This is how we learn each other. We are so scared and brave. We are so terrified and willing. We rewrite the definition of brave and it is this: love again. love again. love again.

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i really, really love coffee shops.

i love the hum of the espresso machine + refrigerator behind the counter. i love the quiet sound of conversations unfolding all around me. i love that when given the chance to work outside the office, some people choose to work at a coffee shop. i love the...