wanderlusty
I'm somewhere between everything. I'm human. But I'm more... I'm a breath of air, the sparkle of a star. I'm a crystal ball, refracting rainbows. A flower that blooms in radiant purples, the sunshine, and water as the rocks throw me over. The light from the moon when it's full, and the feeling of the earth against bare feet. I'm silk sheets but also hemp fiber. Quartz but also obsidian. The flutter of a luna moth, the green of it's wings. I'm the taste of roses, but also grapefruit, cayenne; the scent of lavender, rosemary, lemon and leather. I'm you, and I'm also "me". I'm extradimensional, a child of the cosmos. Breathe deep.
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rosegoldtommorow:

im….real? my existence has… impacts? i touch things and they move, i breath in and out and the air buzzes around me? the sun rests on my skin…. grass is crushed under my toes… people see me and have an idea of who i am… my name is on papers….? im sorry this is… this is too much….  

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blankingmyart:

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purplebuddhaproject:

“Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.”

— Jonathan Carroll
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wirtish:

you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over

(via saturniine)

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tom-spanks:

remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp

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