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“A Gypsy has no boundaries, she loves life and is in tune with Mother Nature. She aims high and never looks back. She has a wild nature and “that” look In her eyes. She is at one with the universe. And will always walk in love, truth, and beauty… “
-SHIKOBA
Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart.
Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via grayskymorning)
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
(via bl-ossomed)
A Monday in June.
Today started nicely.
Work wasn’t bad at all, it was kind of slow and my patients were kind.
Dr. Joy surprised me with tickets to a redox game at the end of the summer and already requested the day off for me.
I got home ready to go on a bike ride, but Kate had a change of plans so I figured I would head to the gym.
Got in the car to leave and realized that I was itching my face a lot.. So I looked in the mirror to find a sweet allergic reaction to god knows what…
Cold shower. Benadryl. Bed.
End Monday.
And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via petrichour)
All I want is for the weather to be nice enough for me to be able to sit outside. on my deck. In a lawn chair. Wearing jean shorts and a hoodie. With my wavy summer hair stuffed into the hood. With bare feet and my ankle bracelet on. Wrapped in my airy knit blanket. With candles lit around me. And stars above me. And enough dim lighting to be able to read my books.
This song is giving me summer vibes. And I’m absolutely obsessed
When life gives you lemons, you make chocolate cake and let those bitches wonder how you did it
Moe K.
mhmdkrmh