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I am the hush before the bloom

I am not lost.

I am liquefying.

a soft unravelling

beneath this skin

that once knew how to hold it all together.

this fog is not failure

it is the veil between

the ache of endings

and the breath of becoming.

I dissolve like moonlight in milk.

my mind, a broken mirror

catching new constellations

in the cracks.

venus leans in

she presses honey to my lips

and says:

"write it anyway."

gemini winds curl like smoke

around my throat,

untying the silence

word by trembling word.

I am the hush before the bloom.

the spell before the spark.

the cocoon that remembers

how to fly.

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— v, excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Coyote (Canis latrans)

Observed by mlmeadowlark, CC BY-NC

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Paul Klee (Swiss/German, 1879-1940), Nächtlicher Fels [Nocturnal Rock], 1927. Watercolour and pen and ink on paper laid down on the artist's mount, sheet: 19 x 12 1/4 in. Mount: 19 15/16 x 12 3/4 in.

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Un grand merci à tout le monde pour vos 5000 coups de cœur !

Thank you so much for reading/liking things lovelies❣️

My gratitude is overflowing and I love you.

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Jimmy Edgar - Saline (2014)

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Ocean Eyes

If I could, I would linger on the event horizon of your gaze as you looked at me that night. Without a thought, an obscuring shroud 

is lifted by your look and I find you next to me smiling. and I’m reminded just how much you love me.