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“Happiness is not handed to us on a silver platter. Happiness is something that we ourselves must be able to manifest all on our own, regardless of what else life gives to us.”

— Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

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if you suck one titty of a girl’s and don’t suck the other titty that’s just bad manners

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“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden  

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Moez Surani Every Day I was in Love (even thought i didn’t say so) Banff, Canada: No press, March 2019 8.5 x 11", folded Edition of 50

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Hands

by Helena Goddard

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this atmospheric phenomenon is known as a circumhorizontal arc, which occurs when the sun is at least 58° above the horizon and the hexagonal ice crystals which form cirrus clouds become horizontally aligned.                     

photos by (click pic) bryce bradford, daniel m shihi, orne veien, brooke anderson, brian plonka, lisa gonnelli and angel villanueva near california’s vandenberg aerospace station, which actually shows refraction through a rocket trail.

see also: more circumhorizontal arcs, asperatus clouds, mammatus clouds, polar stratospheric clouds and cloud iridescence 

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i found their eyes across the tea cup. the steam rose, like a serpent, twisting itself around their lips; tasting of lavender from the earl grey. clouds hung outside and seeped into their dark hair, as a lock fell across their furrowed eyebrow as they urgently relayed lost histories and secrets while our shoes sunk into the wet moors outside the library. their voice, akin to the gentle crackle of a record, echoed in the deepest chamber of my heart, beating profusely when their slender fingers slipped into mine. the tweed of their jacket nestled close as the chill set in, and we became drunk, on the latin their lips sung and the feverish flutter of the loose books hidden in our bags. 

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things to stay alive for

the next time it will be spring and everything blooms again

feeling butterflies in your stomach

calm summer nights and cozy autumn mornings

falling in love with a new tv show or book

unexpected surprises

finding your all time favourite song

petting an animal

decorating your own apartment

just to show your future self that you can do it and that your strong and worthy of life