nostalgia

the new heart I've been growing in my garden is at a strange and delicate stage of development

God I miss being on tumblr 😭

Dismiss the idea that you are cursed to suffer for eternity and start bringing little joys into your life NOW. It will build up in time...

Everyday I stand in awe of how possible and miraculous and succulent life is when I nurture my spirit and it unfurls alive in my body sturdy and inquisitive and sensual and yes even loose and clumsy and inelegant but still lush and fruitful in its wandering to keep me out of my own way

Love really is a flavor, an ingredient, a fragrance, a texture, a memory and this exact moment in time and a feeling that wraps around the heart and wafts off the body like an aura