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One of the hardest battles we fight is between what we know and what we feel.

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utmostcreative:

And the road trip begins. #vscocam (at Pismo Beach Pier)

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convexly:

Indie: Week Fifty One by Ashley Baxter on Flickr.

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letskeeplifesimple:

These are pictures of different dried human tears. Grief, laughter, onion and change. Each type has a different chemical makeup which makes them appear different.

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Lovers alone wear sunlight.

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unburdenin-g:

yes my body is healthy but my head is still jumbled and numbers still plague my every thought and there’s nothing i want more than to crawl back into the shell that i was

so please don’t assume that i’m ‘better’ just because now there’s padding between my bones and my skin. i’m far from it and i wish that somehow people could see my struggle

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Always be a poet, even in prose.

Charles Baudelaire (via observando)

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

G.K. Chesterton (via observando)

celeritious:

R. Messina by James Fitzgerald III on Flickr.

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