e l i z a b e t h

e l i z a b e t h

bodyofwanderlust:

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bohemian-fleur:

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #408 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I think she has roots in the soles of her feetand when she walksshe plants herself into the earthand lets the earth take hold of her.I think if you listened close enoughfor long enoughyou could just make out the soundof those roots in those soleslifting through the soilsighing in the sunlightand digging their way back into the darknesswith each and every step.I’ve met people who are fire,all flame and spark and the promiseof combustion.Without fail and without doubtI’ve been burned and boiledand left with nothing but the residueof the ash they left behind on my skin.I’ve felt the breezes of people who are wind,airy and light and always drifting.They cool the soul and for a momentyou close your eyes and feel theirbreath across your face but always,always, open them sometime or anotherto their absence. They always,always, blow away and you’re leftwith tousled hair and the numbness wherethey rested.I think I am the water and I think I alwayshave been. I go my own way and somehowwithout knowing how, find my way through thecracks and crevices, the grooves and holesin the rocks that form around thesefragile hearts.I think she is the earth and has rootsin her soles and leaves in her hair.She curls her toes into the sand andbraces herself against the wind,defiant against the flamesand holds tight to the world as itspins beneath her. We spin and onlyshe can feel it. I think she has roots and her rootsneed water and I am the water and alwayshave been and know and hold the secretsto sinking beneath the soilto give strength to the growththat’s been waiting to come.Some people are fireand some are windbut we are water and earthand through the roots on herfeet and the leaves in her hairshe will drink me and absorball I have ever been.I can hear the soundof her footstepsnow.

littleflowerbud:

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06:52"How the honey flowed from her." — Anaïs Nin (via mercurieux)
(Source: seancing, via flowerbuds)