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me for 3 years straight: “sorry i haven’t been myself lately”

Winter light shining like grief in your hair, black as the wing of a crow, and like joy. The old year dying around us then; the weather all bright wind, wild and clear.
— Cecilia Woloch, ‘New Year’, in Narcissus

owlmylove:

me at 3am: i must buy a lace bralette and new journal and freshly cut flowers and adopt a cat immediately

bepeu:

i hope everybody is doing their best even tho we’re all doomed

significant: “https://instagram.com/p/BNi7z-sg86S/ ”

uteruslesbian:

Do you ever just… crave the forest? Like you feel like you NEED to be in a forest. The crisp cold air with just a sweater on, looking at the red and orange foliage in the autumn. In the winter the frigid and empty branches. The summer all the green. The spring the smell of rain and the mud. God I love the forest.

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