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“Kiss me outside your front door. I want you just a little more.”
— s.s. (stephenstilwell)

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if trees could talk i’d probably get emotionally attached to them
It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you would be
wow this is one of the softest things I have read on here.
I needed this
little treasures
stop letting shit slide, people be knowing wtf they be doing.

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spell to
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fill your nights with wonder,
make the autumn nights twinkle brighter,
make your chest ache with growing happiness,
& wrap you in fall feelings
like to charge, reblog to cast
you have to be shameless to be a poet like god how fucking embarrassing
gym class was about getting so good at not being noticed that you were always the last one left on your team during dodgeball and everyone was begging you to throw balls at people but you simply could not and did not want to throw balls at people
september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

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nice things:
the smell of lavender
oversized sweaters
dancing in the rain
musicals and plays
humming tunes
soft hearts
“No one worthy will ever make you feel worthless.”
—
yea it's ok to miss people but don't EVER forget why they aren't in your life anymore
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver.
I know I’ve posted this a few times before, but I needed it this morning after a night of troubled thought. Maybe somebody else needs it, too.
You do not have to be good...whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself...

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I want small signs of belonging. A child’s arms reaching up.
A thoughtless we that comes with habitual love.
— Aline Mello, from “When Looking for Home,” published in wildness
I'm a slut for beautiful sunsets and the stars