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i will be going on a small vacation over the next several days, and from then for the next few weeks i will be having family visit. so i probably be posting more irregularly than i usually do. my most sincere apologies.

however, this is a great time to unfollow me if you haven’t already. i’m kind of a loser.

fiskarna: untitled by Simple Village Girl on Flickr.
Describe plum-blossoms?
Better than my verses…white
Wordless Butterflies.
written by Reikan 

(Source: tierradentro, via colourthysoul)

oleanderss:

xix.

flowers are the earth’s
scar tissue, in a skin
moulded from soil as its flesh
and time as its bone.

(h.a)

(via weaverofstars)

Svetlana Zakharova
かわいい国 マユ語の国：mayu ten | wagamamaya
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
written by Abraham Hicks 

(Source: fandhm, via bokura)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then.
written by Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness 

(Source: theunquotables, via thistleblood)
the sound of the wind blowing through the bustling trees forever calms me
theparisreview: “Although a novel takes place in the larger world, there’s always some drive in it that is entirely personal—even if you don’t know it while you’re doing it. I realized some years after A Book of Common Prayer was finished that it was about my anticipating Quintana’s growing up. I wrote it around 1975, so she would have been nine, but I was already anticipating separation and actually working through that ahead of time. So novels are also about things you’re afraid you can’t deal with.” Joan Didion in her bedroom, from issue 176, Spring 2006.

so, i was offered a ride to and from my university that I went to for two years (it’s about 45 minutes one way by car). While I love the school, I hated living there because it was so small town (smaller than the town I live in now). But this means I could go there and not have to live there.

It’s evidently going to cost me about $7 a week (three days a week) depending on gas prices.

The downside is that the ride is with a boy I hardly know.