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 for little thoughts and cobwebs,
for sparkly trinkets and deep dark secrets,
for all the dust that collects along the way.

for I am a broken vessel
longing to be opened
and for my contents to be known
but fearing being emptied
so I gently leak
from my many cracks.
WHEN I LOSE MY PELLET

whatshouldwecallgradschool:

credit: alphasapphire

in this moment 

we’ll squash the past that creeps 

we’ll release the future to the heavens 

and we’ll smile and glow 

inlovingshadesforall:

Make Space For Great People!

inlovingshadesforall:

Make Space For Great People!

(via banananessa)

how good it is to be functional,

to open up and to be soft.

how sweet to ache and hurt in parting,

to pine and long and yearn in absence 

how full it is to tip and pour, 

to return and weep because of the emptiness,

only to find the heart brimming

with hope 

and joy 

and meaning. 

“You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it”
tastefullyoffensive:

[sarahseeandersen]

tastefullyoffensive:

[sarahseeandersen]

edwardspoonhands:

scienceyoucanlove:

I would be the right

Oh I was totally the left. Sorry!

edwardspoonhands:

scienceyoucanlove:

I would be the right

Oh I was totally the left. Sorry!

(Source: facebook.com)

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.” —Robert Frost (via writingquotes)

(via andrewismusic)

have i ever known such bliss complete 

to share all pain and want 

with trust complete

and in the moment

flesh ceases its importance 

I know 

I’ve never known such bliss

twisteddoodles:

Working in Science

twisteddoodles:

Working in Science

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