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Sally. Sagittarius.

We will chase the fireflies, to a brand new place.
We will chase the fireflies, and embark on a new adventure.
We will chase the fireflies, and invest every remnant of our broken dreams into the tiny glimmer of hope that emanates from the fireflies.
The fireflies that we will follow into the seemingly dark and endless blanket of the night.
lalalaindigo:

Follow to the next dimension ॐ
Anonymous said: what would you say if you could write a letter to yourself as a child?

commovente:

hey lil’ buttercup, chin up, chin up! our world is a difficult one to navigate, but you’ve got sturdy legs. you will take yourself so far. don’t forget that. it’s not gonna be an easy one, this little life of ours. you’re gonna be pushed and shoved all the fucking time. people are gonna make you so small, gonna try to put out your fires or steal them relentlessly. they’re gonna tell you you can’t be who you are, but you just keep on glowing. ignore the people who tell you that you don’t have what it takes to make it, because hey - let me let you in on a little secret. you do it all. you make it. and you will dance circles around the people who told you to keep your dreams in your hands. 

you’re gonna spend the next few years barging through so many fires. you’re gonna claw your way through the world with dirt in your eyes and blood in your mouth and you’re gonna come out every time sparkling and new and breathless and singing, singing, singing. there will be months and even years where every color smudges into grey. you will think that you’ve lost yourself, that you’ve lost your spit, your fire. but you haven’t. those times will be of much importance. the house of us will burn down hundreds and hundreds of time, but we have always built ourselves back better. you are going to become such a beautiful mosaic, my child. a sculpture of little trinkets and big loves, of so many countries and so many letters. you will love this little earth, will love the soft steps of its animals, will love the hurried hands of human beings. you will love, despite it all, and your tenderness will become your saving grace. it’s okay that you feel so deeply. it’s not a bad thing. that feeling will carry you through yourself, will lead you out to the world till you begin to hear it roar through you. 

there is hope, little one. there is always so much hope. 

you’re not gonna grow very tall. in fact, you’re gonna be a little squat for pretty much forever, but sometimes it’s nice to let people rest their chin on your head and hold you to them. let yourself be held. it’s alright. it doesn’t make you weak. you’re always gonna be a little clumsy, but it’s okay - it’s pretty cute. oh, baby blue. with your heavy little heart. one day you’re going to learn to love your smile, your crooked teeth. one day you’re gonna cut off all your hair, gonna climb a mountain so tall that the clouds will be beneath you, and you’re gonna laugh with your shoulders bare and your lungs full of clean breath and you’re gonna feel so fucking good and you will never come down from that. you will carry the world in you always. the sky in you forever. oh shinji. little buddy. you’re gonna write a fucking book, gonna send yourself off all over the world, gonna drink ancient waters from a glacier tap, gonna be kissed by people who mean it. gonna feel safe in your own skin again. you are a survivor. you are a fucking champion. you are all stomp and kick and soft, gentle hands. and you’re gonna love it, all of this, all of this living and loving that we have that we do. you’re gonna love it so much that it’s gonna kill you, just to kiss you back to life again. and you’re just gonna have to let it. 

You are dancers, all of you. Life moves you; life dances you. To dance is to investigate and celebrate the experience of being alive. Like life, a dance creates and destroys itself in every moment. Like love, it is beyond reason. Ephemeral as breath, concrete as bone, dance is made of you. You sculpt space. You write with your body in a wordless language that is deeply understood. You grace the space within and around you when you dance. Force, trajectory, inertia, and recovery: dancing is a ride, a duet between your instinct and imagination. To dance is to heighten your experience of the present moment. Your body is your location - when you dance, you are profoundly engaged in being there. To dance is to feel the resonance of your life, to delight in your existence. To be human is to be danced by experience, energy and emotion.
Crystal Pite
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taytay0928:

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unpredictablecanbegood:

Untitled op We Heart It
flirtyquotes:

Flirty Quotes
Oh the irony!
spaceexp:

Moon rise
Source: Grahame Robinson
ggeology:

Aragonite tree // Kuratahi Cave  Puketiti, New Zealand
kittie-tittie:

Follow Me To Wanderland
owning-my-truth:

whatwhiteswillneverknow:

32andstillgrowingupnow:

fandomsandfeminism:

whatwhiteswillneverknow:

… with different degrees of struggles that we’re implemented by the pale skin via conquests using weapons such as warfare, religion indoctrination, and oppression. And then after pale skin set systems like this into our society, they go around and say things like “We are all human” and confuse “racism” with “prejudice” so that they can keep the system the same way for many years to come.

Shots fired.

You totally missed the point of this, didn’t you?

That were all human? No. What you missed is that it’s a dismissive phase that a lot of people like to say at times to dismiss arguments like the one you clearly missed.
Some of us can’t afford to live on fantasy island.
visual-poetry:

by darren bader
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