Everything between your first and last breath.

Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

—Margaret Atwood, “Homelanding” from Good Bones (via petrichour)

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plantcosmos:

this took me forever but i’m p happy with how it turned out !!!
from a small list of things that i normally would hide by flatsound

plantcosmos:

this took me forever but i’m p happy with how it turned out !!!

from a small list of things that i normally would hide by flatsound

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Ghosts talking to us all the time — but we think their voices are our own thoughts.

—David Foster Wallace (via feellng)

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That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

—Emily Dickinson (via observando)

You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.

—Stewart O’Nan, The Odds: A Love Story (via observando)

Oh you were beautiful, when your hair was a mess and your face a wreck. You were beautiful when you slept and when you wept. You were beautiful when you never thought you were, because I saw you in those moments, I saw all of you; and oh how I loved you.

—T. B. LaBerge, Unwritten Letters to You (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)

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