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slimegirlapologist:

what if showing and receiving love are both skills … and we have to practice them every day to get good at them

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teenagedirtstache:

L’Uomo Vogue Sport issue 2002 photos Michel Comte

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forestgreenlesbian:

MIA SONG

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fafarago:

“Snow” (date unknown)
by William Victor Higgins (1884-1949)

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1five1two:

‘Tea for two’. Otto Umbehr. 1935.

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shiva-mizani:

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altered-statuses:

Energy Ecstasy and Your Seven Vital Chakras, Bernard Gunther (North Hollywood: Newcastle Publishing Co., 1983), p107.

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filmnoirsbian:

It’s like. No I don’t have a bad relationship with my father. Yes I love my father. No I do not know my father. Yes I have fond memories of my father. No I cannot remember ever knowing my father. Yes I know my father loves me. No my father has never said he loves me. Yes I am just like my father. No I am nothing like my father. Yes my father has taught me many things. No I have learned nothing from my father. Yes this man is my father. No I do not know this man.

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cratered:

The lilac-blue air of the desert lingers like a barely remembered dream over Death Valley, National Geographic, January 1987

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rotgospels:

Belden C. Lane, Backpacking with the Saints: Wilderness Hiking as Spiritual Practice

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shitiunderline:

“The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Part One IV,” from Sonnets to Orpheus

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photobigbang:

SOURCE

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urbancatfitters:

me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault

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