Mostly boring.

e.e. cummings

(Source: larmoyante, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via warsanshires)

To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things: to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

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2 months ago

John Muir

(Source: just-breezy, via womaninthewoods)

Going to the mountains is going home.
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3 months ago

Margaret Atwood (via youreyesaregems)

(via warsanshires)

You are the sun
in reverse, all energy
flows into you and is
abolished; you refuse
houses, you smell of
catastrophe, I see you
blind and one-handed, flashing
in the dark, trees breaking
under your feet, you demand,
you demand

I lie mutilated beside
you; beneath us there are
sirens, fires, the people run
squealing, the city
is crushed and gutted,
the ends of your fingers bleed
from 1000 murders

Putting on my clothes
again, retreating, closing doors
I am amazed / I can continue
to think, eat, anything

How can I stop you

Why did I create you

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