"a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.
listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go"
listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go"
— e.e. cummings (via lunaoki)
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This photo from a 1938 issue of National Geographic captioned, “Anne and her family lived alone on an island. She enjoyed having tea time with her friends the spiny lobster and baby hawk.”
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"I hope I’m not around much to see what becomes of me."
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via larmoyante)
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"Then suddenly you’re left all alone
with your body that can’t love you
and your will that can’t save you.
But now, like a whispering in dark streets,
rumors of God run through your dark blood."
with your body that can’t love you
and your will that can’t save you.
But now, like a whispering in dark streets,
rumors of God run through your dark blood."
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Flamingos take refuge in a bathroom at Miami-Metro Zoo, Sept. 14, 1999 as tropical-storm force winds from Hurricane Floyd approached the Miami area.
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"Write hard and clear about what hurts."
— Ernest Hemingway (via silversprites)
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