~ Tuesday, April 15 ~
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Look at the moon tonight


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Come to the woods for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.
— John Muir (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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~ Monday, April 14 ~
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~ Sunday, April 13 ~
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~ Thursday, April 10 ~
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It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
— Rainer Maria Rilke  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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~ Monday, April 7 ~
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casualblessings:

may you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.


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~ Wednesday, April 2 ~
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~ Sunday, March 23 ~
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You think it’s cool to hate things. And it’s not. It’s boring. Talk about what you love and keep quiet about what you don’t.
— Liberal Arts (via kvtes)

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~ Saturday, March 22 ~
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… And these children
that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations.
They’re quite aware
of what they’re going through…
— David Bowie (via shesdoingitallthetime)

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~ Friday, March 21 ~
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I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl with gentle lips and strong hands.
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls (via gebeine)

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~ Monday, March 17 ~
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I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God than in church thinking about the mountains.
— John Muir (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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I couldn’t live where there were no trees — something vital in me would starve.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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