Being missed is the best feeling in the world. No doubt.

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An update

So i have been terrible about updating this, but that is about to change. As i find myself in a new world, with these new crazy experiences and emotions, i feel like this is the best place to just go nuts, and record my next few years. So as i forge ahead on this adventure, expect my heart and soul to show up here. What i love, hate, and think :) Love y’all

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I belive in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

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fuckyeahpsychedelics:

“Hippy Drop”

fuckyeahpsychedelics:

“Hippy Drop”

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He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.

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