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…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
Vincent van Gogh (via saetern)

(Source: observando, via poetsprologue)

caelas:

girls are so hot???? like i see a hot girl every 2 seconds.  and a hot guy about every 2 weeks.  and even then i’m wary because he might end up yelling something rude at me or making a rape joke or something

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youngblackandvegan:

Do not allow people to mispronounce your name.

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// The artiste//

In the middle of the night
wouldn’t it be nice
to see a grand gesture
from the apple of my eye.
Oh, bold
and behold
for he is the kindest.
Old and rustic
his hands are pleasant providence.
And what a strange pleasure I’ve found
to hide in all things rare.
In his smile,
in his name.
In his body
where I’m inevitably never the same.

In the early morning
before the twilight
you moisten my skin
like a warm blue wave.
You wet my lips
and brush me a kiss.
You are an artist.
Imagine each touch
against the canvas of my body
paint me through colours
with your heavenly strokes.
You are the creator
of all good deeds in me.
You are the practitioner,
the performer of all my beauty.
And in you lies an island
where my heart lies buried in gold.

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panerasexual:

thick thigh squad

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buggirl:

This is amazing! 
Do your part.  Help save the bees.  That means no more pesticides, herbicides, fungicides and the like!
Colony Collapse Disorder could wipe us out before anything else… bees are that important.
And I love the art!
Women in science

buggirl:

This is amazing! 

Do your part.  Help save the bees.  That means no more pesticides, herbicides, fungicides and the like!

Colony Collapse Disorder could wipe us out before anything else… bees are that important.

And I love the art!

Women in science

(via likeswitzerland)

// The locksmith//

I dream of you
in the white abyss.
Painted skies of marshmallow clouds
scatter in your arms.
I lay there now, heavenly.
You are a dream,
an innocent wish.
Your kiss is dessert
and your cherry lips
burden my slumber.
I promise in you,
I have many wonders.
The secret to a heart,
the key to all locks
is buried in your sigh.
In the narrow pit
of your darkest nights.
Close your eyes now
so I may sleep.
Pull me in
under your skin,
so I begin to fly.
I was lost in the sea of all things
in between doors and keys.
For you, a locksmith I’ve become.
And the heart in my chest
the sound that beats life into the rest
lays in your hands.
For the key of man
is no gold key
but a look bestowed upon the woman’s woe.
A look in depth
of her bewildered soul
so fond of love
that so it seems
it comes from above.
Above those clouds
you stand upon.

veganhobbit:

I wish I knew more vegans in person

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"Because your Love is greater than life, my lips will glorify you."