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wind and words. wind and words. we are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. this is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
A spell to have a nice calm night ahead of you, this is for everyone but for my insomniacs especially. Likes to charge and reblogs to cast
(via operation-lovely)
anybody looks like a failure if you’re close up. from far away i look good and clean; a latin honors student with a double workload and published materials. but im sick and lazy and also just ate so much color-changing fundip that my mouth is bleeding.
the thing is. your mouth will remember bleeding more than it remembers all the kind things you said to others. you’ll remember the stress you felt not having time to do the work; not the gentle way you stood up for your friends or forgave them or helped them shape their own lives. you’ll see your sickness and forget you needed that time off to just rest.
make yourself a home from the bricks of the moments you felt something like love. the times you laughed so hard you almost drown in it. the soft things you touched and the small things you saw that nobody else did. if every white brick was a failure and the rest were all colors: how colorful would your house be, honestly? if you lined up your worst day, could you still find something beautiful in it? the color of your sheets, of the sky - the taste of color-changing fundip.
(Source: inkskinned, via shuoniaiwo)
Praying for the woman I’ll be in 5+yrs I hope she’s happy, and loved, living life unapologetically, doing what she loves.
(via tameggo)
