hippyurbangirl feels and looks like mid april over here. so disorienting and sort of wonderful. 6h

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hippyurbangirl fridays off work are the bestest. 3d

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hippyurbangirl craziest january ever!!! and I am outside wearing just a sweater. what?!? 4d

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hippyurbangirl vanilla sky and all that brown. we are sort of experiencing whatbi like to call a winter heat wave. above freezing temperatures!! in january!! this is the strangest winter. 5d
  •   celestesart It is really weird...I think I might like it. 5d

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hippyurbangirl freshly purchased ballet slippers. sooo lovely. 1w

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hippyurbangirl fun when friends drop by the cube 2w

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hippyurbangirl foggy morning 2w

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  •   linni123 ooee... this is the light after opening your heart and soul to truth and knowing. i love you xx 2w

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hippyurbangirl home 2w

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hippyurbangirl unfiltered sunshine 2w

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hippyurbangirl sunday selfie 2w

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hippyurbangirl I went searching for snowmen on my walk. they all looked like this, covered up in the lastest fluffy snow 2w

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hippyurbangirl the snow sparkles better in video 2w

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hippyurbangirl where I live in the evenings during winter’s deep freeze 2w

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hippyurbangirl sparkle snow 2w

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hippyurbangirl A lacy gown of summer’s smile whispers softly in my ear and that is the wish I ask in the cold of winter’s night, the hope and prayer that my shoulders will freckle brown beneath the heat of summer and that the tulips will rise up out of the frozen earth and blades of green will tickle the soft underside of my soul. And I will breathe the honeyed scent of life. Again. #liberatedlinesamplify #anincantation 2w

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hippyurbangirl And I close my eyes and there she is, the heartbeat that flows and birthed me, the one that revealed all the dreams that lived before and all the dreams still to come. My dreams have become a prayer, a remembrance of languid days stretched out under the sweat of the hot sun browning the warm skin of my thoughts, the cool lake breeze and the sound of her surf pounding ideas and stories onto my skin pricked by grains of sand embedded into a consciousness that I can still feel over the buzzing irritation of a horsefly pulling chunks from my skin and the long squawk of a seagull plucking tiny fish out of the shallow waves.
And those late night swims, naked under a sky blanketed by so many stars bouncing off the calm waters of night with the whispers “remember-remember-remember” of pine needles dropping and the markings of meaning found in thin papery birch trees, peeling skin across the sandy walk. Walks over her swollen frozen swells as the green crackle of northern lights spoke to my soul and I didn’t know - I didn’t know that the sun dog dance was a specific place and time and I wouldn’t necessarily find it everywhere.
It feels so very far away, those stars, that sun, the colours of evening, the space to breath as I dance over the concrete tar and look up to the sparse night sky and see pale reminders of the vibrant way it can be, the vibrant way it should be. But when I close my eyes, it all comes rushing back, a delicious dream where I can hear her, the heartbeat that is mine and when I open my eyes I remember-remember-remember to really look around and sink into what is before this too fades into a dream. #liberatedlinesamplify #aninvitationtodream
3w

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hippyurbangirl that one is the unhinged crazy knitted together with the rational rage sitting beside the dormancy of an unblown dandelion wish atop a creative spark far beneath that one that kissed love. and then there is the long angled one that bends across the curve of the grief that lingers and dances around the tip of a pointed stare that startled the birth of the soft release. #liberatedlinesamplify #namingyourbones 3w

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hippyurbangirl I am the frozen grind of a commute home with the clunk of cold metal and the stiffness of cold shifting joints but with every block, my heart thaws and my spine unclenches. #liberatedlinesamplify #throughouttheday 3w

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