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8 vegetables that you can regrow again and again.


You can regrow scallions by leaving an inch attached to the roots and place them in a small glass with a little water in a well-lit room.


When garlic begins to sprout, you can put them in a glass with a little water and grow garlic sprouts. The sprouts have a mild flavor than garlic and can be added to salads, pasta and other dishes.

Bok Choy

Bok choy can be regrown by placing the root end in water in a well-lit area. In 1-2 weeks , you can transplant it to a pot with soil and grow a full new head.


Put carrot tops in a dish with a little water. Set the dish in a well-lit room or a window sill.  You’ll have carrot tops to use in salads. 


Put clippings from basil with 3 to 4-inch stems in a glass of water and place it in direct sunlight. When the roots are about 2 inches long, plant them in pots to and in time it will grow a full basil plant.


Cut off the base of the celery and place it in a saucer or shallow bowl of warm water in the sun. Leaves will begin to thicken and grow in the middle of the base, then transfer the celery to soil. 

Romaine Lettuce

Put romaine lettuce stumps in a 1/2 inch of water. Re-water to keep water level at 1/2 inch. After a few days, roots and new leaves will appear and you can transplant it into soil.


The stems of cilantro will grown when placed in a glass of water. Once the roots are long enough, plant them in a pot in a well-lit room. You will have a full plant in a few months.

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Her name was October. She wears funeral dresses underneath big hoodies. And if you asked her why, she’ll say she always wanted to look pretty when death comes swiftly. She has brown-emerald eyes, almost like a murky pond. She reminds you of peculiar dolls on old town stores. With her cherub face and lollipop smudge tongue. The mismatched knee-high socks and ballet shoes. The sparrow tattoo peeking out her nape, the remembrance of losing a mother she never really knew. That half-smile she does, when a song plays ironically after an awkward moment. The way she takes her coffee in a rainy day: two cream, three sugar. She prefers birds over cats, but she always loved having a dog. She cries easily on movies and in weddings. Her fingers smell like old library books and lemonade. Her alabaster skin, and how the sun hits it as if there are braille inscriptions waiting to be read. And how your heart pounds the ground you stand, just by staring at her— looking at you. Her lips are succulent strawberry pillows, you’d forever linger. The taste of her, like your favorite song on repeat while you smoke pink smokes in the air. You drown in that beautiful capture and hope in all your might it does not end. The feel of her in your arms while you lay in bed, the serenity you sought untrue but it does exist. And you cry, happy tears streaming your face. And her delicate finger wipes them away, and smile that wonderful, bright smile. And right there and then, the sun should be shamed and the moon could be sold. You had everything you need, right there in your hold.

You need to remember all these things.
Pieces of who she is, she was and she will ever be.
The only bright sun and beautiful gray cloud in your life.

You need to.
You have to.

Because, she is not just a part of your life. She is the life you will always keep repeating. A life well-spent, indeed. To be hers, and her to be yours.

You love her, and always will.

You have to, need to—

October flowers and missing pages: A letter from a man to himself as he slowly deteriorates to Alzheimer. -s.p.  (via mystrangesilhouettes)
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Excerpt from “Remembering”.
You can find the whole poem in my book, What We Buried, which you can also purchase on Amazon!

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You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.

I can’t believe I’m even more beautiful than I think I am this is incredible where’s my modeling contract

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I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”

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It’s still you.
It’s still you.
Margaret Atwood, from Shapechangers In Winter  (via perfect)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

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My cat kept trying to sit on my keyboard and I had to keep taking her off so finally I put another keyboard beside it that’s not plugged in and now she sits on it all proud and shit like she won the battle.

(Source: matthewsagan)

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Lorde - Buzzcut Season

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bloody hell George… (x)

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