if you love a flower, don’t pick it up. because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. so if you love a flower, let it be. love is not about possession. love is about appreciation. osho

You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you. Elke River  (via khalu)

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This is what I don’t get - Women are impure because males have touched them. Who’s the dirty one here? Comment on Jezebel article “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit”   (via jececilia)

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