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Trent Mitchell

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    Trent Mitchell

    (via shoestringsandpersimmons)

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    • 7 hours ago
    • 65 notes
  • Ask

    splintersandmilkshakes:

    I first made my appearance at 2:05 a.m., weighing 7 pounds, 10 ounces in a small clinic in Cuba under a torrential thunderstorm in the midst of summer.  My mom was in labor for 4 hours compared to the 16 hours she endured with my brother.  She teased that I was dying to get out and see the world already and that has not changed.  I want to remember these tiny details, things only she would know, so I constantly interrogate.  I ask her to tell me stories about my past and hers.  Information that, along with her, would otherwise eventually turn into stardust.  I want to record and remember.  I may never become famous and no one would care about what time I was born or my weight on the world, but as long as I am here, these are tidbits of my life that will always connect me to her and myself.  My father is gone, and I made the mistake of not asking him enough.  I knew my father, but I did not know the man behind that title too well.  I am not going to repeat history with the last connection to who I am.  

    Everyone has a story to tell.  Just ask and write your own story. 

    (via lunadepetalos)

    Source: splintersandmilkshakes
    • 7 hours ago
    • 101 notes
  • splintersandmilkshakes:

Good morning/afternoon, my peeps.   Have a beautiful day! 

    splintersandmilkshakes:

    Good morning/afternoon, my peeps.   Have a beautiful day! 

    (via butterfliesandlotus)

    Source: paintbypixels
    • 13 hours ago
    • 47 notes
  • paintbypixels:

Carnival Ride 1

    paintbypixels:

    Carnival Ride 1

    (via devilinbluedress)

    Source: paintbypixels
    • 14 hours ago
    • 25 notes
  • Blind Angel

    splintersandmilkshakes:

    There is an 

    unsung melody

    snared in

    the marrow

    of her bones.

    It yearns

    to be unleashed

    to saturate the 

    walls that

    divide her.

    It would be

    the most

    beautiful sound  

    and even the gods

    would agree,

    this is a voice

    of an angel

    with beauty

    she cannot see.

    Source: splintersandmilkshakes
    • 1 day ago
    • 66 notes
  • splintersandmilkshakes:

    What a piece of work is a man!
    How noble in reason. How infinite in faculties.
    In form and moving, how express and admirable.
    In action how like an angel.
    In apprehension how like a god.
    The beauty of the world.
    The paragon of animals.
    And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

    ~ William Shakespeare, Hamlet

    (via butterfliesandlotus)

    Source: splintersandmilkshakes
    • 1 day ago
    • 44 notes
  • Where and Tear

    splintersandmilkshakes:

    I wonder where you are

    and how you must look.

    Do you have facial hair,

    any new scars, 

    or a broken spirit?

    We were only babes

    with the stars

    at our feet

    while we held

    each other’s hand

    never claiming defeat.

    (via lunadepetalos)

    Source: splintersandmilkshakes
    • 1 day ago
    • 49 notes
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    Source: dystopiabella
    • 1 day ago
    • 2080 notes
  • paintbypixels:

Japanese Garden

    paintbypixels:

    Japanese Garden

    (via lunadepetalos)

    Source: paintbypixels
    • 1 day ago
    • 22 notes
  • paintbypixels:

Secret Garden

    paintbypixels:

    Secret Garden

    (via lunadepetalos)

    Source: paintbypixels
    • 3 days ago
    • 27 notes
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