wildflowerhoneyy:

Fear and Fridays - a poem by Zach Bryan

I have taken my motor bike down the Pacific 101

and I have stood atop the Empire State Building with my father

I have ridden the fear, although I was afraid

Every single time

I’ve learned that every waking moment is enough

And excess never leads to better things

And only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you

Like breathing and chasing and slow dancing

And love making

fighting and, laughing

I am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet

However, I am loyal to a fault

to anyone I find kindness in

I do not and will not fear tomorrow

Because I feel as though today has been enough

I’ve got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone

And I think fear and Fridays have got an awful lot in common

They’re overdone and glorified

And always leave you wanting

Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common

They’re overdone and glorified

And always leave you wanting

givemearmstopraywith:

me after sitting in the sun for ten minutes: love is real

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flowerytale:

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

heavensghost:

kitschens:

bakwaaas:

one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it

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i-am-aprl:

Dreams of Gaza children

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elizabethepb:

say every dumb nice thing that pops into your head. let every bit of kindness you feel flow into those around you. be the reason someone smiles quietly to themselves. we only have so much time. be immortalized by the comfort you’ve brought others.

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asoftepiloguemylove:

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Mikko Harvey Wind-Related in the Wheatfield // Jonny Bolduc open question @jovialtorchlight // Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things // @/mkpoet (instagram) // Mary Oliver Count the Roses // Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room // Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Marie Howe Magdalene Afterwards; “Magdalene: Poems”

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weltenwellen:

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love“

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smute:

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cheruib:

it’s a serious thing to be alive

cheruib:

the story of saying goodbye to summer

retroactivebakeries:

kisxmesoft:

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the2headedcalf-moved:

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven’t spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn’t strictly “necessary”] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you’re not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you’ll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it’s suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you’re running out of time]

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