the sunlit skies call out my name once more.

lost everytime the sun turns orange.

I have packed my bags once more, but if you whisper my name to the wind, I will tell you where I have drifted off. You can tell me secret, a confession, anything. I'm still all ears.

I have kept pent-up feelings and let it out here, in forms of words and photos and everything else.
Oct 14
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yourlungs:

passing afternoon, by iron & wine. one of the most beautiful, sad, reflective songs you will ever hear.
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(via newresolution)

(via newresolution)

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“

I mean, isn’t it odd—how you can buy a lap dance,
phone sex, or blowjob in a snap, but can’t

pay a person a dollar to just sit next to you
on a park bench and simply hold your hand?
— jeffrey mcdaniel (via yourlungs)
Oct 13
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new eyes:

The truth is, it’s hard to look at someone who is close to you, familiar to you, with new eyes every day and let them be…whoever they want to be on that day. We put expectations on people. We bring our own life experience and social conditioning to their picture. I have done it. Used to do it daily. Without ever examining my thoughts, I just made assumptions about folks. Assumed I could trust someone even though maybe they can’t keep secrets. Assumed someone was a peaceful, centered person when inside they were falling apart at the seams. Assumed someone liked green beans, or whatever. It was me projecting my stuff on them.

(via crazy aunt purl)

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“

sometimes i wish my eyes were not as wide and my dreams were not as big and my heart was not as open.

sometimes i just wish i didn’t fall in love with the world so easily.
— (via olivejooce)
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sleepanddream: but yet I can’t seem to get any closer

sleepanddream:

but yet I can’t seem to get any closer
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luminol: Dream remembered - the sublime onestoo elusive […] large slices of snow…— from Joseph Cornell’s Dreams (image: Portrait (with additions), cyanotype, via T. Van Gieson)

luminol:

Dream remembered - the sublime ones
too elusive […] large slices of snow…
— from Joseph Cornell’s Dreams

(image: Portrait (with additions), cyanotype, via T. Van Gieson)

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ataaa: “We loved with a love that was more than love.” - Edgar Allan Poe

ataaa:

“We loved with a love that was more than love.” - Edgar Allan Poe
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“ To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
— Jorge Luis Borges (via alphabetpony)
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“ Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
— Franz Kafka (via livejamie)