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Aug 29, 2014 / 82,512 notes
explore-everywhere:

alpinistoamericano:

likeladywisdom:

agedpatience:

Hello, dream trip.

This, but the other way around.

Pfffft….I’ve done this 6 times.

bucket list.
Aug 26, 2014 / 3,939 notes

explore-everywhere:

alpinistoamericano:

likeladywisdom:

agedpatience:

Hello, dream trip.

This, but the other way around.

Pfffft….I’ve done this 6 times.

bucket list.

More than putting another man on the moon,
more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga,
we need the opportunity to dance
with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance
between the couch and dinning room table, at the end
of the party, while the person we love has gone
to bring the car around
because it’s begun to rain and would break their heart
if any part of us got wet. A slow dance
to bring the evening home, to knock it out of the park. Two people
rocking back and forth like a buoy. Nothing extravagant.
A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey.
It’s a little like cheating. Your head resting
on his shoulder, your breath moving up his neck.
Your hands along her spine. Her hips
unfolding like a cotton napkin
and you begin to think about how all the stars in the sky
are dead. The my body
is talking to your body slow dance. The Unchained Melody,
Stairway to Heaven, power-cord slow dance. All my life
I’ve made mistakes. Small
and cruel. I made my plans.
I never arrived. I ate my food. I drank my wine.
The slow dance doesn’t care. It’s all kindness like children
before they turn four. Like being held in the arms
of my brother. The slow dance of siblings.
Two men in the middle of the room. When I dance with him,
one of my great loves, he is absolutely human,
and when he turns to dip me
or I step on his foot because we are both leading,
I know that one of us will die first and the other will suffer.
The slow dance of what’s to come
and the slow dance of insomnia
pouring across the floor like bath water.
When the woman I’m sleeping with
stands naked in the bathroom,
brushing her teeth, the slow dance of ritual is being spit
into the sink. There is no one to save us
because there is no need to be saved.
I’ve hurt you. I’ve loved you. I’ve mowed
the front yard. When the stranger wearing a shear white dress
covered in a million beads
comes toward me like an over-sexed chandelier suddenly come to life,
I take her hand in mine. I spin her out
and bring her in. This is the almond grove
in the dark slow dance.
It is what we should be doing right now. Scrapping
for joy. The haiku and honey. The orange and orangutang slow dance.
Slow Dance, Matthew Dickman (via floricawild)

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Aug 8, 2014 / 1,230 notes
Aug 5, 2014 / 145,786 notes

endegame:

Put coconut oil in your hair, exercise, take hot showers, massage lotion into your skin, eat food that makes you feel good, stretch, lay around in bed, and listen music that makes you feel happy. Just do you.

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Aug 5, 2014 / 44,666 notes
lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here
Aug 5, 2014 / 3,901 notes

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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Jul 30, 2014 / 108,010 notes
seek-alternate-route:

hallucinating-faeries:

❂

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Jul 21, 2014 / 49,916 notes
thedistractionoflife:

Always looking up and wishing I was on that plane…
Jul 21, 2014 / 83,022 notes

thedistractionoflife:

Always looking up and wishing I was on that plane…

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sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

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Jul 12, 2014 / 176,354 notes

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elektricfeels:

ever and ever 
Jun 26, 2014 / 18,815 notes

elektricfeels:

ever and ever 

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Jun 26, 2014 / 24,626 notes

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Jun 26, 2014 / 9,247 notes

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