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“Come here, my children, all my beautiful children!”

“Come here, my children, all my beautiful children!”

(via mailbomb)

Some pictures just make you feel like crying!  :D

Some pictures just make you feel like crying!  :D

The only reason I look forward to ever driving is to listen to mixtapes on the highway. :]

The Delfonics - Hey Love

Could there be a sadder sounding song?

Jim O’Rourke - Happy Holidays

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I’m going to a place 
Where the women have nothing on 
But the radio 
Turned up to 10 
Too loud for me to think 
I’m hoping if I blink 
I don’t wake up here 

One of life’s greatest sins 
Is that you’re over when it begins 
Goodbye mouth canyon 
You were very much to see 
But I only came to leave

Quite a soothing cover design I came across by chance.  This happens to be my (first) name in Korean.  :]

Quite a soothing cover design I came across by chance.  This happens to be my (first) name in Korean.  :]

cabinporn:

A-frame in Southern Iceland between the Jökulsáurlón (a glacial lagoon) and the town of Höfn.
Submitted by Anna Lena Artis.

cabinporn:

A-frame in Southern Iceland between the Jökulsáurlón (a glacial lagoon) and the town of Höfn.

Submitted by Anna Lena Artis.

apoetreflects:

“If you work with love and intelligence, you develop a kind of armour against people’s opinions, just because of the sincerity of your love for nature and art. Nature is also severe and, to put it that way, hard, but never deceives and always helps you to move forward.”

—Vincent van Gogh 

This silly thing writing

It seems that I’m incapable of learning new words at this point. And yet each day I keep learning new ideas and feelings, and they leave a mark on me — I can’t do anything about that. And so, as a result, there is a gap, or lag, between my objects of expression and my means of expression. The best solution I’ve come up with so far to close this ever-widening gap is not to try to acquire new words, or building blocks, but rather to push my own limits of expression through an increasing range of permutations of my same old, simple vocabulary.

mirroir:

Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

mirroir:

Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

Once was lost, now am found.

(Nah, I ain’t no Christian. But I am grateful for the fact that religion exists on this earth, in all its forms. It is like air.)

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My kind of story. <3  Check out this site - you won’t regret it!

The Left Banke - Lazy Day

I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman’s life.” “Don’t wait for it,” I said. “Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.
— Anaïs Nin (via mirroir)

(via mirroir)

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