after three months i’m finally starting to heal. taking a lot of quiet time to walk in the woods, pick blackberries and cherries, and look at the ocean. i guess i can’t really say i’m trying to get back to who i was before i got sick, but i’m really trying to figure out who i am through all of this. i’m still exhausted all the time. so so tired, i sleep for at least 12 hours every night. but i’m starting to like myself, or at least be content, and this body, after over twenty years of having this be my house, i’m just starting to feel like i’m coming home.



Jimi Hendrix photographed by Donald Silverstein, 1968.

Jimi Hendrix photographed by Donald Silverstein, 1968.

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Delpozo Spring/Summer 2014
Ph. Jamie Beck

Delpozo Spring/Summer 2014

Ph. Jamie Beck

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"Fuck the saying, ‘I love you to the moon and back.’
I love you to the end of every galaxy."

"Infinite, Forever, Always, etc." by Mindy Paul (via clumsy-catharsis)

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timetotimewarp:

Beyonce // Why Don”t You Love Me

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how should a person be

likeawritingdesk:

if i am honest
i can plant my grief 
like basil in the garden
take some time for myself
and cook with the growth

i keep secrets from myself
keep bouquets from lovers who couldn’t remember my name
swallow my spit before i speak
i am so shy

my legs are bruised
i don’t know how i got from there to here
marks on my skin tell my family i love them

heart like a chest of drawers yelling
'fill me'
i’ve been alone for too long

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