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Sasha Hartslief, Late Night Shower, 2021

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I bite the inside of my cheek until I can taste blood.  I count the number of lights flickering through the trees.  I feel the wet, wooden bleacher with my calloused hands. I smell your cologne as the wind picks it up, dancing towards me.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” How can I tell you that I always want to keep moving. I always want to be somewhere else. But when I am touching you, there is no where I want to be.

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Even when taken out of narrative context, the illustrations of Nicolás Arispe captivate viewers. See more of his drawings on HiFructose.com. 

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You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.

Stewart O’Nan, The Odds: A Love Story (via goodreadss)

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It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

Nicholas Sparks (via minuty)

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Agnes Martin - Untitled #10

Acrylic and graphite on canvas, 152.4 x 152.4 cm, 1995

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i think gentleness is one of the most disarmingly and captivatingly attractive qualities there are.

nayyirah waheed (via wordsnquotes)

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i could be anything in the world but i wanted to be his

rupi kaur, the sun and her flowers (via wordsnquotes)

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I want to be politically informed and educated but I also wanna have a good day and be in a good mood. Do you see my problem?

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Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly.

Alan Cohen (via thelovejournals)

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Yago Hortal

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Woodstock fashion

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Magic of Gee’s Bend Quilt’s

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sometimes i believe that i contain enough darkness to make the cosmos envious

forthefrills, an excerpt from a piece i’m currently working on (via wordsnquotes)

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Hooyo macaan. Copenhagen, 2002.