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    lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

    lovequotesrus:

    Everything you love is here

    (Source: undoinqs, via burningmypast)

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    Sogni di te
    Nei miei occhi
    Quando mi sveglio

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    literaryjukebox:

    Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul…

    Walt Whitman in Leaves of Grass

    Song: “Awake My Soul” by Mumford & Sons

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    Spring Cleaning.

    ontheborderland:

    This morning, the sky was thick with flurries and I debated whether to go out or not.  Finally I determined that I probably don’t get enough fresh air, and off I went.  I wasn’t too far into my adventure before I was nearly hit by a car—the driver wasn’t looking into the direction he was turning and it so happened that he was turning into me.  Both of my hands landed on the hood of his car and then I just felt angry; what am I, invisible? 

    Still fuming, I went to get lunch and quite stupidly of me, I chose one of those places where the tables are uncomfortably close together.  I thought perhaps a snowy Wednesday would keep the crowds down, but I guess not, as I maneuvered into the last place, right next to two young ladies deep in a conversation involving the nefarious deeds of one mysterious Alex, who I determined was the boyfriend/husband/significant other of one of them.  I tried to read and ignore them, but I might as well have been one of their party.  Alex, if you are reading this, I think your lady-love has been checking your phone and reading your emails and while she says she does not want to put a collar on you and make you submit, to use her turn of phrase, I feel she means exactly the opposite given the way she and her enthusiastic British confidant kept toying with every one of your actions like a cat out for the kill.  Of course, if you are as big a jerk as she says you are, then I can only assume perhaps you deserve one another.

    This just goes to prove one should never hear such a dyspeptic conversation whilst eating, as I soon felt queasy and didn’t even finish my subpar tea before heading out into the snow, only to nearly be struck by a car again.

    Someone once commented here that they thought I should live in a place of lower population density, and I quite agree.  Perhaps the only reason I found Japan so agreeable is that, despite its crowds, everyone maintains a sense of personal space.  Everyone pretends everyone else is invisible, and acts invisible themselves, which is much more pleasant.

    I found a ginger ale for my stomach and sat in the park, gazing at trees and birds and nothing in particular; I think I understand certain people’s affinity for nature.  I don’t want to look upon humans and I can only bear to think of humanity as some abstract concept.  The real thing is disappointing, dangerous and dull.  Since the park was empty, I swung on the swings with only robins for an audience and felt much much better.

    (via ontheborderland-deactivated2014)

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    Winter: Shards

    wearemostaliveindreams:

    Emotional
    repercussions
    thunder between
    branches on family
    trees, set into soil
    without permission.
    Roots buried deep,
    leaves broken by
    howling wind
    short on sleep…

    No one asks
    for construction, or
    decomposition,
    but we elongate
    ourselves along
    tangents hoping for
    meaning to eviscerate us-

    When am I alive and breathing?
    Why am I a separate ghost,
    each season?

    This intricate web
    is a dance seldom won,

    but we curtsy nonetheless.

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    fireandicewillsuffice:

    If I ever met Lee Pace I would walk up to him and stroke his eyebrows and say “Your eyebrow game is amazing” and then walk away. And faint. 

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    samspratt:

SAM SPRATT’s 2014 PORTRAIT GIVEAWAY
In short: Reblogs and Likes of this picture are each entries to have me paint a personalized portrait of you.
In slightly less short: Longtime followers are no stranger to these contests but for those new to this or me, I’m an illustrator (my work: www.samspratt.com ) who has worked with National Geographic, Janelle Monáe, Childish Gambino, FX, Game Informer, Angry Birds, Wall Street Journal, among others – creating album and magazine covers, advertisements, and posters – but a big part of me being able to do all that has been you sharing my work over the last 3 years. As my small way of paying that forward, I’d like to paint for one of you as I would for my clients, but ya know … for free. Maybe you want that regal portrait of you in a velvet smoking jacket to hang over your mantel, maybe one of your loved one, favorite character, or perhaps you just want me to paint you however I see fit (warning: this will 100% involve dinosaurs) – if you can think it, I’ll probably paint it – and I’ll work with you to make it something special.

As usual I’ll also be sending signed prints and haikus about your eyebrows to extra winners. The contest will stay open for about a week then I’ll randomly draw winners. You can enter on facebook and twitter for extra entries but be cool and don’t spam your followers.

    samspratt:

    SAM SPRATT’s 2014 PORTRAIT GIVEAWAY

    In short: Reblogs and Likes of this picture are each entries to have me paint a personalized portrait of you.

    In slightly less short: Longtime followers are no stranger to these contests but for those new to this or me, I’m an illustrator (my work: www.samspratt.com ) who has worked with National Geographic, Janelle Monáe, Childish Gambino, FX, Game Informer, Angry Birds, Wall Street Journal, among others – creating album and magazine covers, advertisements, and posters – but a big part of me being able to do all that has been you sharing my work over the last 3 years. As my small way of paying that forward, I’d like to paint for one of you as I would for my clients, but ya know … for free. Maybe you want that regal portrait of you in a velvet smoking jacket to hang over your mantel, maybe one of your loved one, favorite character, or perhaps you just want me to paint you however I see fit (warning: this will 100% involve dinosaurs) – if you can think it, I’ll probably paint it – and I’ll work with you to make it something special.

    As usual I’ll also be sending signed prints and haikus about your eyebrows to extra winners. The contest will stay open for about a week then I’ll randomly draw winners. You can enter on facebook and twitter for extra entries but be cool and don’t spam your followers.

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    "Ti svelo un segreto. Non so farmi amare."

    Voglio andarmene. (via voglio-andarmene)

    (via lasarre)

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    The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.

    "

    Virginia Woolf, 21 April 1918 (via wordsthat-speak)

    (via bergmantra)

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    I’m standing on the edge of your pupils, about to fall in.

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    Photo: Look Directly at It and You’ll Fall Right In (Eliza Stamps, 2013)

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