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im wandering,
not lost.
in love,
star crossed.
keeping my head above the water,
and every day getting stronger.
-kyra

bohemianist:

I want to dress nice and go on adventures, take lots of pictures and sleep outside. I want to listen to old songs and run aimlessly like I just don’t give a fuck. I want to braid my hair and make flower crowns, I want to skinny dip-a lot. I don’t want to be late for buses or appointments or school. I want to learn but in the most practical ways that don’t involve buildings and deadlines.

(Source: bohemianist.com, via plantias)

laugh-addict:

my mom once told me that writing your feelings down or drawing them out is very therapeutic and relaxing 

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Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop.

—A Checklist for the Age 19 (Jennifer Schaffer)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via wellnevertalkagain)

She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.

Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)

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jennli123:

I redid it in color. Black children are denied their innocence and childhood, even in death.

jennli123:

I redid it in color. Black children are denied their innocence and childhood, even in death.

(via deadly-colors)

Life becomes more meaningful when you realize the simple fact that you’ll never get the same moment twice.

—(via sorakeem)

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