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People I’d like to have coffee with…

thedbldee:

oddmindd:

thedbldee

2wentysixletters

Anthea fly over here so we can get coffee with Daisy.

hold on, give me a day and i’ll be there.

“1. My body is a cemetery
of all the things I never
had the courage to do.

2. My mouth, a graveyard.
Buried six feet under
are all the words that died
on my tongue before
I could say them.

3. These days, my feet
only know how to go backwards.
My arms are
feeling nostalgic
so I’m taking a trip
down memory lane,
I’m visiting all the ghosts
I have left behind. But
they have nothing new to say.
They’re still haunting
the same stories.”
A.Y // a heart full of skeletons
What’s Left in the Dark #6

on the other sidethe water twinkled like spidersi’ve discovered an old promisecross my heartup to the lightthat winked a very small star

What’s Left in the Dark #6

on the other side
the water twinkled like spiders
i’ve discovered an 
old promise
cross my heart
up to the light
that winked a
very small 
star

I WANT TO DANCE ON ROOFTOPS WITH YOU

ologyjournal:

-OLOGY JOURNAL IS NOW ACCEPTING PHOTOGRAPHY SUBMISSIONS.
We’re looking to expand our horizons, so -Ology Journal is now accepting photography submissions for our January 2015 issue. 
Some things to keep in mind:
We have a theme to this issue! Alethiology - the nature of truth. Any spin on the theme is welcomed. 
A collection of photos is recommended., although singular images are acceptable for submission, too. For a collection, prepare a body of 3-7 images about a subject, and make sure to give us a little description of the set; see this project for inspiration.
More to come soon, and thank you all for you submissions!

ologyjournal:

-OLOGY JOURNAL IS NOW ACCEPTING PHOTOGRAPHY SUBMISSIONS.

We’re looking to expand our horizons, so -Ology Journal is now accepting photography submissions for our January 2015 issue. 

Some things to keep in mind:

  • We have a theme to this issue! Alethiology - the nature of truth. Any spin on the theme is welcomed. 
  • A collection of photos is recommended., although singular images are acceptable for submission, too. For a collection, prepare a body of 3-7 images about a subject, and make sure to give us a little description of the set; see this project for inspiration.

More to come soon, and thank you all for you submissions!

Can you write about love in september/fall season?

here, autumn is earlier in the year. i like how you call it ‘fall’ though. it’s fitting. because like the leaves, we fall. maybe not according to season, but we do. and there’s something honest about that. there’s something honest about seasons, how it’s almost human, in a way. so in fall, we fall. in love, in place, in time. we place clouds on the ground to try and soften it but sometimes it doesn’t work and the full impact hits us straight in the chest and it hurts in a way that you could almost describe it as ‘good’. i want to say love is hard in autumn, but i have been proven wrong on so many occasions. so i won’t say that. instead i’ll say, love is catching the right people, and letting go of the wrong ones. it’s realising that people change as quickly as the autumn leaves do. it’s braving the storm together. here, september is spring. where things start to come out of hibernation. i always fall in love with more in the springtime - people, warm nights, gardens of flowers, the smell of summer, the endless possibilities. love in september is different, it’s new. it’s seeing things under a new light. it’s cloudless skies and you’re the bees-knees. it’s sleeping with the window slightly cracked open because cold winter nights aren’t so cold anymore. it’s the sun watching your back. spring is like stepping out the other side of the storm, knowing that you’ve made it. and it surprises you, even though you seem to make it every other year. and it’s beautiful how brave you are.

You always deserve love.

you do too, friend. we all do.

things to do:

  • start the week off with clean fresh sheets
  • learn the constellations of the stars on nights when you can’t sleep and then unlearn them in the morning
  • watch the sky for cloud movements
  • listen to the wind

the english word astrology comes from the latin astrologia "astronomy, the science of the heavenly bodies," from greek astrologia "telling of the stars," from astron "star" + -logia ”treating of”. 

“Tell me
I am brave
for wanting something
more than this.
Something more than the
broken glass you have clenched
between your sea salt mouth.
Something more than the
shot gun words
you keep firing with
every touch.

Tell me
I am brave
for loving every aftershock
that rumbled after
the big bang exploded
under your skin.
Even when I knew better.
Because now,
now all I have are these
wounded hands
that haven’t learnt the
art of healing, yet.

Tell me
I am brave
for seeing all the
ugly in this world,
and loving it
anyway.”
A.Y // tell me something i want to hear
Anonymous said:
Anthea, I don't understand the fairness of the universe. Here is this person who I've been a wonderful friend to and she treated me horribly and she is getting everything under the sun while I'm sitting here being the underdog and the one without. I know you have to let shitty people be shitty. I just don't understand how that works. Does it ever catch up, or do the decent suffer while the bad thrive? I admire you and your views on life, I'm hoping you can shine some light for me.

to completely understand the universe and all her intentions is probably definitely impossible, but while we’re here we might as well take these circumstances that we’re given and learn, grow, bloom. i believe in being kind, being thoughtful, being compassionate, etc, and doing all of those things as selflessly as a flawed human being can. i don’t want anything in return except to see people happy and content because they feel okay and understood and not at all alone. ask yourself this: are you only being a good friend because you want to flourish in good karma? or are you a good friend because you care about her, because you want her to be happy? don’t be bitter or jealous over this, it will eat you very much alive. she is at fault in not treating you with respect and love (and maybe consider thinking about why you’re still friends with her if she treats you like shit), but be happy for her achievements. your time will come. because i do also believe in some sort of balance that runs through the universe; this small idea of what you send out into the world, the universe will give you the same in return (even if it doesn’t seem like it at the time). we all suffer and we all thrive, no matter how good of a human being we see ourselves as. this is the human condition. the universe works in funny ways. in the meantime - work hard, be humble, don’t get caught up in all the bad vibes, take care of yourself. 

“The Universe is not punishing you or blessing you, the Universe is responding to the vibrational attitude that you are emitting.” - Abraham Hicks

Anonymous said:
i have never liked someone as much as i like you. and i have never found more comfort in anyone's words than i have in yours. you make the world,how dark it may be from time to time,a little brighter. and i cannot tell you how thankful i am for that. i hope the sun kisses your forehead for me in the morning.

thank you for your sun-kissed forehead kisses, i’ll be keeping them in a jar next to my bed. i hope for you to always be able to find light in your world, no matter how dark it can get. you deserve to see how lovely the world can be, especially when the sunlight warms up your face. 

“Picture this:
you’re standing at the
tongue-tip edge of
wherever you are,
whatever this is,
and from here
you can almost see
everything.
Lovers waking up
next to each other,
a child discovering art
with her hands,
a lonely park bench finding
company in a weathered man,
the sun whispering
light through windows.
Picture this:
you’re standing at the
edge of the shore
with every wave crashing at your feet,
with every breath in your lungs
exhaling you alive,
and you look around,
and isn’t it beautiful?
My God,
it’s beautiful.”
A.Y // it’s not so bad, after all
ologyjournal:

-Ology Collective! (Ollective?) Our editors have compiled a list of questions to ask you for our collective page in the journal. This way, you can be featured even if your work isn’t. 
Paola Bennet: 
How would you express yourself if you couldn’t write?
What is poetry to you?
Nichole Dean:
How do you push past writer’s block?
What/where is your creative space?
Avery Myers:
What is your favorite word?
Is there a poem that has stayed with you for years?
Anthea Yang:
What inspires you?
We’re looking at an issue release in January 2015, full of beautiful images, captivating text, and fantastic people. Watch the blog for more details.
Consider chiming in, either through our ask, submissions, or in the comments below?

hey you — so if you’re not really down with submitting your work but would still like to contribute to/be apart of -ology, well here’s how! we’d really love to hear what you have to say?

ologyjournal:

-Ology Collective! (Ollective?) Our editors have compiled a list of questions to ask you for our collective page in the journal. This way, you can be featured even if your work isn’t. 

Paola Bennet: 

  • How would you express yourself if you couldn’t write?
  • What is poetry to you?

Nichole Dean:

  • How do you push past writer’s block?
  • What/where is your creative space?

Avery Myers:

  • What is your favorite word?
  • Is there a poem that has stayed with you for years?

Anthea Yang:

  • What inspires you?

We’re looking at an issue release in January 2015, full of beautiful images, captivating text, and fantastic people. Watch the blog for more details.

Consider chiming in, either through our ask, submissions, or in the comments below?

hey you — so if you’re not really down with submitting your work but would still like to contribute to/be apart of -ology, well here’s how! we’d really love to hear what you have to say?

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"I’m bleeding, I’m not just making conversation." - Richard Siken, Wishbone

a very tiny soul living in an awfully vast universe. resides in the middle of everywhere. spends a lot of time staring into the infinity that is the night sky. falls in love with no one in particular. a lot. owner of a nomadic heart. always lost and frankly doesn’t ever want to be found. but drop her in the middle of the ocean and she’ll find herself. a collection of verbs. enjoys talking about space and anything that brings her closer to the unknown. like rooftops and hotel rooms situated on floor twenty and above. full of facts that nobody really wants to hear. believes in people, light, and the stars that guide her home every night. finds comfort in open fields and salt water and skating down a steep hill. always thinking of quitting bad habits but never actually does. writes a lot of letters left unsent. writes a lot of lists. writes until she is nothing but a collection of words. scared of many things none of which is the dark. warning: fragile, handle with care.
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