Warm regards,
K.
I am sitting in a bed next to my lover. I am twenty-two years old, and she is the first lover I have ever known.
She is beautiful,
more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
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Could use a little oceanside sun, sunsetting, right about now.
These people are so inspiring.Famous authors as teenagers, the best thing since Einstein as a toddler. Pictured here: Ernest Hemingway, Samuel Beckett, Mary Karr, Neil Gaiman, Mark Twain.
They missed 14-year-old Susan Sontag.
(via vintagegal)
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This might be the sound my heart makes right after it breaks as it tries to keep beating.
-This really isn’t finished, it’s working toward that though…sometimes you have to push the baby from the nest.
All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action.
Be ignited, or be gone.
"Mary Oliver; “What I Have Learned So Far”
I keep repeating this to myself: “Be ignited, or be gone. Be ignited, or be gone. Be ignited, or be gone.”
Over, and over and over again.
