Don't Panic, It's Called An Impasse

Willa Cather, My Antonia (via observando)

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The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers…I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
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3 months ago

I miss you, West Coast. 

(Source: englishsnow, via leschosesfragiles)

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3 months ago
qoax:

weirhd:

caelux:

nickchives: 

This was my exact view about 2 years back.  I was driving home from Sasquatch, it was 7am, my friend was asleep and Bon Iver was over the radio.  One of those life moments.


when im older i want to have memories like this

ugh

qoax:

weirhd:

caelux:

nickchives

This was my exact view about 2 years back.  I was driving home from Sasquatch, it was 7am, my friend was asleep and Bon Iver was over the radio.  One of those life moments.

when im older i want to have memories like this

ugh

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3 months ago

thesentimentalist

I’m getting better, I tell you
I’m getting better
My life is less broken
Than the pieces you left behind
I lost faith, I promise you
I lost faith
In the meaning behind your smile
And the hope in your caress
Eventually I’ll accept
That some things cannot be overcome
Some times you can never let go
Some feelings never fade
And that it’s better to leave them
Buried in your heart
Than risk bleeding out
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5 months ago
travel, not classroom babble

travel, not classroom babble

(Source: kieljamespatrick)

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5 months ago

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens  (via loveage-moondream)

(Source: uppereastside, via thetudorhouse)

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
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