don't be stupid.

13th May 2014


I open my eyes to see Ry staring at me, and my desert soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades and waterfalls rushing in around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot.

13th May 2014

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“I’m fine.” It’s a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.”
— ― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

7th May 2014

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#scorpion #yoga #thedambyproject #dance #flexible

#scorpion #yoga #thedambyproject #dance #flexible

7th May 2014

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The trick is to pretend well.
— (via perfectionisodd)

7th May 2014

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I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.
— Megan Miranda, Fracture (via quotethat)

7th May 2014

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13th April 2014

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Peddecord Photo bea




Peddecord Photo bea


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5th April 2014

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For Every Flower Forced To Bloom, 2013 

digital film stills

i have never felt something as much as i am feeling this

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26th February 2014

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I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved

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Wow simple yet powerful

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12th November 2013

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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
— Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn (via -beautiful)

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