May 2013
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I’m beaming on this beautiful NY day, it’s good to be back
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive. — Hafiz (via dopegalore)
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“I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up” ― Shane Koyczan, The Student
and were you being good to yourself?
[love letter to self]
i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one....
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I wonder how many particles of my soul I have scattered in the sea
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honey greek yoghurt + flax granola + chopped dates + fresh stawberries + a little bit of almond butter = mouthgasms
April 2013
20 posts
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every now and then someone points out something about me that they’re seeing, feeling, receiving. I don’t see it in the mirror, I cannot sense it’s impact. I’d like to see through their eyes just one time, hear through their heart. I’d like to catch a glimpse of that something maybe/kinda beautiful. I’d like to see me through their lens.
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“Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.”
– Rumi (via tobia)
morning rituals:
welcome the sun (e ala e)
cuddle with the pup
drink my greens
stretch out my soul
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where the heart is
disclaimer: I wrote this a while back. put truth to pen to paper for the first time in a while. this will be long and raw (…that’s what he said).
somewhere above the pacific ocean. HI(gh), up and bound.
transplant from kailua. traveling. always on the move. always ready or preparing for the next jump. in flux. beating. “I’ll take the exit row seat if that means...
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“With you, intimacy colours my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.”
– Warsan Shire
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March 2013
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as a young girl I used to pray to some god (that I didn’t even truly believe in) to look and be like anyone other than myself.
those days are long behind me. I let go, I let be.
now, growing into my own skin, I feel beauty in the body, mind, and soul in the she I am evolving to be.
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“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.” ―حافظ
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“Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.”
– Rumi
why we all love tumblr →
sometimes when I walk the trumpet line from spottieottiedopaliscious plays in my head
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February 2013
9 posts
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your heart has low self esteem
you think the best parts of you were spent on unrequited youth. i disagree. you believe all your sweetness was wasted on somebody who didn’t notice your existence. you’re all i see.
i circle your heart, hajj.
even your sadness is my favourite colour.
when i hear your name, i think ‘that’s my song’. - via warsanshire
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“All I see in dreams
is sunlight through tree branches,
painting you in gold.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
