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mitskimaxims:

ON SUNNY DAYS I GO OUT WALKING. I END UP ON A TREE-LINED STREET. I LOOK UP AT THE GAPS OF SUNLIGHT. I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING

(via dreamico)

ryangoslingofficial:

all i want to do is experience saturn’s 1000 mph winds

(via sleepyfemme)

gn05i5:

Imagine the secrets the trees are keeping

(Source: gno5i5, via colders)

lmaonade:

i am a vegetable medley and god is sautéing me on medium high heat 

(via four-fires)

affectionatesuggestion:

I’ve always dreamt of loving someone like you

(via loveserum)

violentwavesofemotion:

“It was November. I was not alone.”

— Annie Finch, from Spells: New & Selected Poems; “Harvest Seam,”

violentwavesofemotion:

“We grow. It hurts at first.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Witch Burning,” c. October 1961

(via loveserum)

sunflowergrowing:

“June, July, August. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go.”

— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “August,” (edited)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via grievng)