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"Wisdom tells me I am nothing, love tells me I an everything. Between the two is where my life flows"
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themilkywhiteway:

On the blog today, vegan, low gi and nut free caramel granola. Dead easy to make and tastes 👌

themilkywhiteway:

On the blog today, vegan, low gi and nut free caramel granola. Dead easy to make and tastes 👌

themilkywhiteway:

On the blog today, vegan, low gi and nut free caramel granola. Dead easy to make and tastes 👌

themilkywhiteway:

On the blog today, vegan, low gi and nut free caramel granola. Dead easy to make and tastes 👌




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wanderlustw0lf:

ॐWandering Wolfॐ

wanderlustw0lf:

ॐWandering Wolfॐ

wanderlustw0lf:

ॐWandering Wolfॐ

wanderlustw0lf:

ॐWandering Wolfॐ




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"I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth."
— (via wadulisiwoman)




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macedonianmess:

I started light horticulture studies this Spring, knew that life wasn’t over for me after Winter. It sounds dramatic but what a dark hole I was in. It passed. I sought. I moved. With flowers, it’s different. They each teach me something, resonating, leaving me with their legacy after they die. I touch them and they happen to me, in my hair, against my skin. Different feels on my fingertips and toes like how your tongue is separated in different continents of taste buds. I’ve been playing with these all morning.

My heart, bliss. Full for a moment.

macedonianmess:

I started light horticulture studies this Spring, knew that life wasn’t over for me after Winter. It sounds dramatic but what a dark hole I was in. It passed. I sought. I moved. With flowers, it’s different. They each teach me something, resonating, leaving me with their legacy after they die. I touch them and they happen to me, in my hair, against my skin. Different feels on my fingertips and toes like how your tongue is separated in different continents of taste buds. I’ve been playing with these all morning.

My heart, bliss. Full for a moment.




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thewitchescauldron:

herbs n plants

thewitchescauldron:

herbs n plants

thewitchescauldron:

herbs n plants

thewitchescauldron:

herbs n plants




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wolf-dreamer:

A stalking wolf

wolf-dreamer:

A stalking wolf

wolf-dreamer:

A stalking wolf

wolf-dreamer:

A stalking wolf




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