namaste motherfucker.

gin-givenchy-gastronomy:

The mating dance of the Estus Haimnius. Creature of North America, characterised by her red lips, protective nature and loud squawking.

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focloir:

first day of my life // bright eyes

yours is the first face that i saw
i think i was blind before i met you
now i don’t know where i am
i don’t know where i’ve been
but i know where i want to go

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augenss:

- Tupac Shakur

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hateteendramaqueen:

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I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
- Emory Allen (via bookaddictiion)
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ephemeralephemera:

I want a girl who gets up early.
I want a girl who stays up late.
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice,
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass.

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

- Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via larmoyante)
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