prince of nettles

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Midwest

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morena217:

this is sooo sweet
"I saw a (beautiful?) young lady in the store called "Super" on the corner of Florence and Alameda. She is tall, skinny, clear skin, black hair, and wore blue pants and a white blouse. I’d like to talk to her; she looked at me and I looked at her. She quickly looked at me again and I made it look like I didn’t look again. When I was paying at the cashier, she looked at me again and again. I felt that we liked each other in the instant. I feel like (we’re) the type of people to (find each other?) to offer each other marriage. 
My love, if you are the person I described please contact me; I believe me and you would have a beautiful love. I wore black pants and a white T-shirt. It was around 5:00 pm on sunday 7/27/14. But how will i talk with her? “

morena217:

this is sooo sweet

"I saw a (beautiful?) young lady in the store called "Super" on the corner of Florence and Alameda. She is tall, skinny, clear skin, black hair, and wore blue pants and a white blouse. I’d like to talk to her; she looked at me and I looked at her. She quickly looked at me again and I made it look like I didn’t look again. When I was paying at the cashier, she looked at me again and again. I felt that we liked each other in the instant. I feel like (we’re) the type of people to (find each other?) to offer each other marriage. 

My love, if you are the person I described please contact me; I believe me and you would have a beautiful love. I wore black pants and a white T-shirt. It was around 5:00 pm on sunday 7/27/14. But how will i talk with her? “

thestartropics:

Hold On We’re Going Home (Cover) | Blood Orange

Heat!

(Source: xtjna)

I wonder how many beautiful, capable bodies and minds have been washed away by not being cared for enough, valued too little.

8morality8:

the pharcyde / passing me by

(via lullabysounds)

who-:

How the gravity of nature and the silence startle you, when you stand face to face with her, undistracted, before a barren ridge or in the desolation of ancient hills
 guy sargent

who-:

How the gravity of nature and the silence startle you, when you stand face to face with her, undistracted, before a barren ridge or in the desolation of ancient hills

 guy sargent

(via kitty-vomit)

(Source: 997, via waterproofsportswatch)

tinyfishlungs:

Roseate Spoonbill
I am obsessed.

tinyfishlungs:

Roseate Spoonbill

I am obsessed.

(via thisbirdhasflown)

batqueen:

omfg wow

(Source: joeydeangelis, via mercurialgurl)

okaythanksmaria:

Boyyyyyy

I bought this Express button up from a thrift store months ago. It is perpetually wrinkled and we have a love / hate relationship

I think all i want to do is take pictures of my legs and feet and plants and talk about all of the things that i thrift because that is my favorite thing and pls just let’s lift up our hands in appreciation for personal style like where would we be without it really just upside down crosses and galaxy print

I do declare this a visual thrifting diary

Bye

okaythanksmaria:

Boyyyyyy

I bought this Express button up from a thrift store months ago. It is perpetually wrinkled and we have a love / hate relationship

I think all i want to do is take pictures of my legs and feet and plants and talk about all of the things that i thrift because that is my favorite thing and pls just let’s lift up our hands in appreciation for personal style like where would we be without it really just upside down crosses and galaxy print

I do declare this a visual thrifting diary

Bye

ambinate:

this tune makes me feel like a million bucks. made by my friend at http://moodywomb.bandcamp.com

moodywomb:

Meditation I
Ink, Paint
Zachary Leachman

moodywomb:

Meditation I

Ink, Paint

Zachary Leachman

I’m having a period of days where each has been better than the last. I feel like I rolled the dice on my wellness so many times and, for once, I got the right combination of things. It has taken me years, 5 or more, of constant diligence and self exploration and self-cognitive reconditioning and restructuring and discipline to feel even half like a functional person. Everything I do is finally starting to pay off. Finally it feels less like random, fearful and reluctant trial and error and more like progress. I feel good about myself. I like my art and my music. I like how I look. But mostly, I feel, I feel better, I feel good, but most of all I feel (something) instead of nothing. I am not entirely absent, searching through a thick fog inside myself. I am no longer scraping aimlessly through waves of mist just for a momentary glimpse out my own eye-holes. I felt like a person inside a person looking for a way out, a way to be. My insides felt hollow and sick, consumed by illness. Now I feel that I am swelling, becoming, almost too large for my corporeal form to contain all that I am and wish to be.