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Dec 27

surferdude182:

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Dec 26

it’s all in the body language

Dec 25

ellens:

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I think you’re just so pleasant, I would like you for my own.

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Dec 24

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Dec 23

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Dec 22

aisforasshole:

Babies!!!!!! Want want, post bath, yes!

Dec 21

ferrydust:

classics: michi66f: matuka: kakera:kml:makou: milk tooth’s rain: kids

Dec 20

siddman:

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Dec 19

blendy999:

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Dec 18

loveyourchaos:

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Dec 17

alanajoy:

“A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.”

—Sivananda

*The little things… they matter.*

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Dec 16

thisisthepeacetrain:

Meditation, by sarahmerrill.

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Dec 15

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Dec 14

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grace-notes:

The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

Dec 13

texturism:

words borrowed + a year of mornings.

i begin each day of my life with a ritual. - twyla tharp [read more]

confidence is a trait that has to be earned honestly and refreshed constantly; you have to work as hard to protect your skills as you did to develop them. - twyla tharp

the goal wasn’t to exercise more, i was practicing yoga daily and walking up to 50 miles a week. the goal was layered: be curious, keep moving, find love, believe. i was curious about what happened after he left the house. he’d return exhausted, flop down on a patch of grass or the front stairs - satisfied. i was only 4 when my father decided to train for the new york marathon but i was aware that he was working hard and having fun. i tried to find a similar hard earned satisfaction several times but the noise to was always too loud: how many more minutes, am i almost there, i’m in better shape but he just passed me damn it, fuck this sucks, it’s not that bad, it’s awful. eventually i would stop and walk home relieved yet defeated. running limbo. no love, yet…

this morning marked one year of running. ONE YEAR OF MORNINGS [blizzards included]! the simple yet profound act believing in myself revealed one of the greatest lessons: to love fully, is to be vulnerable.

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