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Jared Fowler, from the series Back Burn



Be patient with yourself. You grow at the rate you’re meant to grow, you heal at the rate you’re meant to heal. Have faith in yourself. Even when you’re lying on the floor of the shower sobbing. Even when you can’t get out of bed for weeks. Have faith in yourself. You are…

We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness.

W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence (via larmoyante)

tell me if this is all true: The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for...


The Thing Is

to love life, to love it even

when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills…

clouds dragged their coats of heavy rain while we laid in warmth and sleep undisturbed

Today is the weather
the wind is kept in
a box;
now the sun—
now the sky is
bare-shouldered, strapless

Anonymous: you are not a intrusion but someone i willfully invited into my life and i still invite you into my life every day , i couldnt see myself any where but here and i am so very happy. Jarrod

the reasons why I love him are endless

twig & thistle

twig & thistle
fresh from
morning dew:
light watches as
the last raindrops
fall to the ground