For a star to be born,
there is one thing that
must happen: a gaseous
nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your
destruction.
This is your birth.
n.t. (via quotethat)
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I wanted to be loved more
than I wanted to be
alive. For so long
I thought not to be
loved is good but to be loved
is to be good.
All those years, convinced — surely
I must be bad, the way
you keep punishing me.
— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner
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Daylily / / Movements
Please don’t delete the caption or self promo on my post(s)
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Movements // Worst Wishes
(not my photos, I just edited them)
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