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And I can’t
help
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
favorite
book. But I still
cannot read you,
you are
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.

Michelle K., “Like a Book” (via oofpoetry)

  • me: wow i have so much work to do
  • me: *goes on tumblr*
  • me: *watches a movie*
  • me: *reads a novel*
  • me: *takes a nap*
  • me: *climbs a mountain*
  • me: *backpacks through europe*
  • me: why am i not getting anything done

lana-grant-may:

carry-on-my-wayward-nun:

p1ants:

i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.

That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve read

This needs to get passed around more