"I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me."
-Tracee Ellis Ross
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& hopefully, of many

The first real good day since the beginning of school… This day could’ve come earlier, ya know. But I’m grateful that it is here!!! Also hope the rest of the week doesn’t butcher my ass!!! (Do I knock on wood now?)

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Ann Lislegaard, Nothing but Space, 1997
The days, they are no longer mine (once I tied the sweetest bow around each sunset, claimed it, saved it, hoarded it)
I would’ve spoon fed you each night, like warm milk before bed, you could’ve tasted the softest yellows and tangiest reds. I would tell you,
“Your nightly dose of sundowner,”
“a morsel of sunshine for the darker times,”
“it’s a little too hot, I’ll cool it to a dawn,” Then I’d kiss you, and yesterday would stain both of our lips, and we’d be golden.
written by But the days are no longer mine. (via yoona1234)

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bas jan ader(detail of) untitled (flowerwork), 1974