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May the next few months be a period of magnificent transformation.
It is time. (via knitting-books)
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The listeners aren’t really thinking about my heartache, or my long walks. Music is entirely subjective, and we don’t listen to an artist to feel sorry for them, we listen to feel sorry for ourselves.
keaton, my darling ♡
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CANNOT REBLOG FAST ENOUGH
Because its safer to be nobody than a woman
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Ruth Bernhard, 1975.
Fairy nightmares
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When I say I want to travel I don’t mean I want to stay at resorts and go on tours with tour guides or buy key chains from souvenir shops. I don’t want to be a tourist. When I say I want to travel I mean I want to explore another country and become part of it. I want to discover small coffee shops in Germany and Italy and France. I want to walk on beaches in Australia and browse the book stores of England. I want to hike the Great Wall of China and go cliff diving in Hawaii I want to meet people who are not like me, but people who I can like all the same. I want to take pictures of things and places and people I meet. I want my mind to be in constant awe of life on earth. I want to see things with new eyes. I want to look at a map and be able to remember how I was transformed by the places I’ve been to the things I’ve seen and the people I’ve met. I want to come home and realize that I have not come home whole but have left a piece of my heart in each place I have been. This, I think, is what is at the heart of Adventure and this is why I plan on making my life one.
Cassie (via medesejesorte)
Source: theressomethingaboutasunrise
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The Universe is saying: Allow me to flow through you unrestricted, and you will see the greatest magic you have ever seen.
Klaus Joehle (via celestinevibes)
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following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf
Source: dididean
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
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Source: weheartit.com
Source: acrylic
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Taking a bath