Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

—  Leonardo da Vinci  (via theflowershop)

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I have lived
in my body
for years
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel.


Body of Maps (via goodgrasswidow)

(Source: Michelle K.)

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When did we become so small and so apologetic? Why do we apologize for our humanity? Love what you love, and make no apologies. This is your identity. The most horrendous suspensions of freedom are self-imposed. We imprison ourselves daily, hourly.

We have one life, one shot at all the glorious things of life, and we walk about constricted, apologetic, afraid. We have so little time; we have so little space upon which to spread our love and our talents and our kindness. Run toward life fulsomely and freely.

It runs from us so quickly, like a frightened dog or youth or daylight. Chase it and care for it.

Of course art should be about something big. Something terribly big must be at stake. I don’t see this anymore. Our art is becoming terribly polite and apologetic, much like us. It slinks away like a sagging breast, empty of milk or promise or comfort.

We need to get very fervent again. We need to get jacked up.

—  Tennessee Williams (via notebookings)

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

—  Anaïs Nin (via observando)

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It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

—  Jack Kerouac (via budddha)

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Gurl, you the cutest :*



Sydney was incredible and now I’m in New Zealand. It’s only been 10 hours since I left and I’m only away for a short holiday but my heart misses Australia but it’s the nicest kind of homesick because I feel like I actually have a home there and I can’t ask for much more than that.


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gurl :( speak to me if you need to!
This is so sweet and I genuinely appreciate it so much, you absolute lil babe, thank thank thank you.


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