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84poundswish:

Can’t you see how colourful our world is? ♥
- When I’m down, I usually go outside into the woods, nature. And then I realize how beautiful this world is and that I don’t want to go.

just beautiful

84poundswish:

Can’t you see how colourful our world is? ♥

- When I’m down, I usually go outside into the woods, nature. And then I realize how beautiful this world is and that I don’t want to go.

just beautiful

Walk as if you were kissing the Earth with your feet.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via vashti)

(Source: noralo)

I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

Sylvia Plath’s mother (via allmymetaphors)

merephoto:

The Milk Carton Kids- Stealing Romance

uhhlampshade:  One more because I am currently in luuurve with them.

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“Milk Carton Kid”-The Milk Carton Kids

Their voices sound even more angelic live, which invariably causes swooning and a condition known as “weak in the knees.”  You’ve been warned.  Download their totally free albums, but do go to a show or support them how you can. 

Can’t stop, won’t stop listening to folky folk. 

(Source: thetroubadoursroad.com)

A couple of years ago when film processing wasn’t extinct, I used to take lots and lots of pictures of skies.