mesquita

keep it simple, stupid.


Question for me?  
Reblogged from ejrr
lavenderlit-cavern:

terrible:

i want this

agreeded

lavenderlit-cavern:

terrible:

i want this

agreeded

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edott:

hula-hope:

My grandpa has Alzheimer’s so he has no idea who my grandma is but everyday for the last three or four months he brings her in flowers from their garden and asks her to run away with him and be his wife and everyday she says she already is and everyday the smile my grandpa gets on his face is the most beautiful heartfelt thing I have ever seen.

Aw!

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notenuf:

its important to harvest

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Reblogged from provingmyexistence

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

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Wow. I needed to read this.  (via cbids)

This has saved me.

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Reblogged from rosydolce

I heard him

I heard her

the cry was faint

to my left

you were there.

the green energy flow

manifesting into the grass of that day

the light coming in through my right eye

asking my left eye to join him

the light came in

resembled the sun of that day

I looked up

I closed my eyes

and I felt you

I feel your love

I accept you

through meditation

I found you.

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can-you-feel-my-heart:

<3 Not my picture

can-you-feel-my-heart:

<3
Not my picture

Reblogged from alexandraelle
Take seven days to yourself and see what good it does your space. Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)
Reblogged from celluloidshadows
celluloidshadows:

On the set of the original “Star Wars”

celluloidshadows:

On the set of the original “Star Wars”

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Reblogged from mushroo0m
gravitysex:

deadp0ol:

if this isnt on your blog something is wrong

Omfg

gravitysex:

deadp0ol:

if this isnt on your blog something is wrong

Omfg

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fitnessyogaobsessed:

Relax and find your breath…. Savasana

fitnessyogaobsessed:

Relax and find your breath…. Savasana

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Reblogged from intractably
intractably:

My science teacher wrote this poem when he was in grade 9, which was 1985.
When you read it from a relationship perspective, it means that she didn’t like him, she liked someone else.
When you read it from Science’s perspective, “he” would be the Earth, and it explains how eclipse works. 

intractably:

My science teacher wrote this poem when he was in grade 9, which was 1985.

When you read it from a relationship perspective, it means that she didn’t like him, she liked someone else.

When you read it from Science’s perspective, “he” would be the Earth, and it explains how eclipse works. 

(Source: intractably, via dandelionsallaroundme)

Reblogged from psych-facts
People always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more. Jodi Picoult (via psych-facts)

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