"I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me."
Tracee Ellis Ross
"My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run."
foxmouth:

Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd

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Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd
"Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars."
George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition

lill-ac:

maybe if you came and fell asleep next to me I wouldn’t be so sad

I just dreamed of you, again.

I haven’t seen you in seven months,
Haven’t looked at your pictures in almost as many,
And yet,
There you are.

In my brain
Just the same,
As clear as day,
Embedded
In my head —-
Or maybe my heart,
You flash across my mind
All of the time,
I can’t get rid of you.

Maybe I don’t want to…

…No,
What am I saying?!
Please,
Someone wipe my memory clean!

I can’t have you,
So why should I hold onto you any longer?

I’ve tried,
I’ve tried so hard
To rip you from my life,
To destroy those memories.

But I am not set free.

Instead,
I find the walls of my heart collapsing in on each other,
Ligaments cut,
Casualties of my desperate attempt to sever all ties.

I am imploding.

And there you still are.

"Where do our dreams go when we’re not sleeping?"

euo:

Tracy Emin
I listen to the ocean and all I hear is you

"I have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It’s as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that’s it, an always within never."
Muriel Barnaby

Do you ever just want to be absorbed into the sky?