I can hardly wait.

My name is Celeste

I believe in humanity.
I believe in the universe around me.
I believe people are good and situations are bad.
I believe there's always a silver lining.
I believe everything is a sign.
I believe making others happy, makes you happier.
I believe good always conquers evil.
I believe that it is very important to have something to believe in...

My mind is a galaxy but you never bothered to stargaze

—Rachel Dolbec

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David and Lana Fechter, who run a wildlife reserve on their West Bend property, took in the male cubs from a Chicago zoo. 

And while they are small and adorably cute, the couple say the nine-week-old Siberian bear cubs are keeping them on their toes.

Eventually they will be relocated to the Shalom Wildlife Sanctuary in a natural environment. Photo credit Shalom Wildlife Sanctuary via Mail Online

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:

the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls

the song nobody knows
because anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.

I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song

is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique

at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time

—Margaret Atwood, Siren Song (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

i knew you
i met you.
i’ve known you my whole life.

nafsi, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

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As though touching her
might make him known to himself,

as though his hand moving
over her body might find who
he is, as though he lay inside her, a country

his hand’s traveling uncovered,
as though such a country arose
continually up out of her
to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth.

And the places on her body have no names.
And she is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
for forgetfulness.

Dwelling, Li-Young Lee  (via floralnymph)

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