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#coffeedoping for tonight’s criterium. New favourite espresso maker.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself. (via high-violets)

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I met God. Who slowly, painfully and divinely pieced me back together. A line from an old journal I found (via jordiecashier)

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Pig rider, ca. 1930s.

Just booked a trip to California for later this year.

Charleston > Los Angeles > Santa Barbara > Monterey > San Francisco > Charleston

Why? Soul searching.


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You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud. Beardsley Jones: Make yourself proud. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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one by Peter Przybille on Flickr.
There are days where I can’t think of anything but you; it is those days that I find it most difficult to breathe. T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
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10 Things I Hate About You (1999)


Oh Love That Will Not Let Me Go | Ascend The Hill

Oh, cross that’s lifting up my head
I dare not ask to fly from Thee

Real good.

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