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Bee on flower painter in watercolour

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Being our messy authentic selves helps create a space where others feel safe to be themselves, too. Your vulnerability can be a gift to others. How badass is that?

b.oakman (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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I feel you bro.

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our world. idk

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listen.

if you can hear me 

sometimes you won’t really know

if you can see me 

there are just things that you have to let go

we grow in vein 

sometimes in pain

this mask that we wear

the other side not willing to share 

you may hear or see

but who would’ve thought 

you just never understood me.

-Juliette Conzuelo

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you do.

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Oh Great Spirit, Creator of all things; Human Beings, trees, grass, berries. Help us, be kind to us. Let us be happy on earth. Let us lead our children To a good life and old age. These our people; give them good minds To love one another. Oh Great Spirit, Be kind to us Give these people the favor To see green trees, Green grass, flowers, and berries This next spring; So we all meet again Oh Great Spirit, We ask of you.

—- Mohawk Prayer

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Graphic - Rithika Merchant

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Follow me to my bed Cause every time you fall, I’ll be holdin’ your head up

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I worship nature because there is a feeling I get in the woods that I’ve never felt in a church.

(via toxicwonderlandrage)

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my friends groovy mushroom poster 🍄

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I love what this stands for 

Your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest, thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wild-flowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over again, no matter how badly you are devastated.

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I don’t think she found herself, I think she found her first, and just kept on going.

Fuente: lady-katana

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O wow my favorite color is yellow!

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awww love me always.

First sign of spring

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Sleeping and dreaming about our mother.

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power of me.

I begin to be.

I begin to see.

The part of me that is there.

The child.

The loner.

The stoner. 

The wanabee Earthship owner.

To begin again

is like taking the uncontrollable wind

and putting it in your lungs 

and just learning 

to breath again 

and again.

-Juliette Conzuelo