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we move by instinct, darling. let our hands be hatchets, let us wander blindly, swinging madly in a forest made of flesh.
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meditation, nayyirah waheed (via fuckinq)

(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via wearetheloverz)

if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed with
air.