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“You learn from the part of the story you focus on.”

— Hannah Gadsby, Nanette

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Accurately-titled novels - part 1

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Writers’ HQ

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In one of my earliest memories, I am eight years old, I have a fistful of afternoon, and I am asking the summer if it will always be this glorious.

Rudy Francisco, “Helium” (via buttonpoetry)

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@iamcaseywells

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Have you been eating rosebuds again? Where do your cheeks get their blush?

“Bright Star” (via dulcedenaranjas)

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The Salt Lake Tribune, Utah, September 10, 1950

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Galileo’s illustration of the constellation of the Pleiades, in the first edition of Sidereus Nuncius

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Innit

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I don’t think existence wants you to be serious. I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration.

Osho (via liamtinker)

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Being together is the miracle, being together and caring. Sleeping together, feet touching, legs touching. Being asleep and together.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

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She's magic.

I make jewellery from crystals & hemp (mainly) Check out my Insta magikroks I can post to anywhere, preferably inside Australia but postage applies to overseas orders. You can inbox me for a customisable piece & request stones, colours etc..

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Curves are everywhere in Eastern culture: our writing, our architecture, our instruments, the way we dance ; even the tone of our language is curved. The West was built on angles. The East was built on curves.

(via lindazahra)

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows, the joy, the poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff. You have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine Von Radics.   (via 4a0000)