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crydaisy:


"don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. only I know who I am. I live inside myself and it is a rotting cage."


Haven’t seen this post of mine on my dash in a while Haha remember when

eatsleepstrokesrepeat:

alex turner u can dress as snazzy as u want act as cool as u want and wear as many chains as u want but i have the submarine soundtrack and i know ur just a big ol sappy sack of mushy feelings and cuddles u dont fool me sunglass man

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"Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence?"
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theoregonscout:

The only way to wake up.
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casperskidsister:

u can see exactly where i got bored of drawing the hair // distracted by the graph paper 
'We ran as if to meet the moon.'
— Robert Frost (via observando)
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africantea:

✩
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my-minds-eye-perspective:

youngblackandvegan:

Amen


*standing ovation*
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cabinporn:

Greenhouse in Guysborough County, Nova Scotia, Canada.

My father built this greenhouse with salvaged windows and wood from abandoned crumbling barns and our forest.  He built the foundation with handmade cement and rocks from our property.  It is perfect for growing tomatoes in our maritime climate.

Contributed by Julia Reddy.