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"Action expresses Priorities" - Ghandi
dearbaby:

Amen Ryan Adams, Amen!  No apologies! 
Signed,
A woman who has been loving the crap out of everything for as long as she can remember.

dearbaby:

Amen Ryan Adams, Amen!  No apologies! 

Signed,

A woman who has been loving the crap out of everything for as long as she can remember.

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

—Starra Neely Blade (via reduvia)

(Source: psych-facts, via womaninthewoods)

Why is it that we all of a sudden become afraid of the things in this world that are good for us? Those things that are good to us? Or the things just that are simply good in and of themselves with no relation to us? Why do we run away and hide from the immense amount of joy and love that could flow from these events?

I think we run because we are scared of being vulnerable. But I remember this one time I told a friend that it was in the vulnerable spaces that we grow the most. I guess I fail to often remember my own advice sometimes.  Maybe it is the growth we are afraid of really. Growing hurts. It might mean getting really hurt, or that maybe it will ache for a while. That’s why their called growing pains. But in the end, don’t we come out of it much taller, much stronger, and much more beautiful than when we began? Remember this, love.

I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thegayyestone)

(Source: petrichour, via recoveryisbeautiful)

I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.

E.E. Cummings    (via crimpity)

(Source: seabois, via womaninthewoods)

When roommates are gone, June (my ukulele) comes out to play :)
This is me just messin around a little with the cup song. Cups - Lulu and the Lampshades