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one of my favorite ones

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

— E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)

(via dearprongs)

"My body does not understand
the numbers I have
built my life around
but it knows when I am being kind
and when I am treating it wrong."
Michelle K., My Body Knows. (via michellekpoems)

(via 3-1-6)


love this
"The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back."
— Unknown (via franki-e)

(via theilllllllest)

"I learned that people can easily forget that others are human."
— "Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)

(Source: eolithandbone, via dearprongs)


l. when i was trying to quit smoking, and we drank white wine from mason jars. you called my freckles cocoa powder and i called your green eyes celery.

ll. i am learning how to be a grown up who pays bills, cooks her own dinners, and doesn’t cry at words like ‘i think i just want to be friends’.

lll. the thing is this:
love is organic.
it rots and softens.

— clementine von radics, all that’s left to tell.  (via hiddenntthings)

(Source: thefogsaid, via f-o-r-e-w-a-r-n-e-d)

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