“She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.”


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june/roses (by Nazra Z.)

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"

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

"

— Danielle Laporte (via chancedenoire)

Let’s go home, they said.
~ 1 hour later ~

mostlyfiction:

the plant life

zndrve:

practice-

huffposttaste:

LOVE Japanese food puns. (See more here.)

"I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change."

— Van Booy, Simon. The Illusion of Separateness (via thedeviousplot)

I refuse to sink back into the whirlpool that I fought years to escape from. I’m finally okay and I can’t let this slip away from me.

RF