Miss Jodie Smith

i have an irrational fear of zombies .

“Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.”

—   A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Madeleine L’Engle (via budddha)

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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again”.”

—   Lewis Carroll (via budddha)

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“I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.” 
― Mary Kate Teske
📷 by Marielle Tepper

“The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.”

—   Warsan Shire (via budddha)

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“At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.”

—   Steve Maraboli (via psych-facts)

“If the ocean can calm itself, so can you. We are both salt water mixed with air.”

—   Meditation, Nayyirah Waheed (via budddha)

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current mood.

current mood.

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“You look sad… when you think he can’t see you. Are you okay? And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no one can see you.”

—   Sherlock, The Reichenbach Fall (via larmoyante)

“I keep running around, trying to find the ground, but my head is in the stars, my feet are in the sky.”

—   King of the World, First Aid Kit (via faefire)

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“It is our own mental attitude which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.”

—    Swami Vivekananda (via floatingmemories)

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You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

—   Azra.T “Persephone” 

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