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What I really want to say is;

Could you come and play with me around the blackberries and dipping sun. Gold on our faces. Creasing, smiling eyes. Could we grab hands and run dashing to the lake in gusts of laughter and blushing?

I believe that loving fearlessly is the bravest thing in the world.



// Sabrina Ward Harrison

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elenamorelli:

{ gravel and trees }

elenamorelli:

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"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via petrichour)

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pleoros:

Irenaeus Herok - Bondi Haze, 2013

"You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength."
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via observando)
"The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely."
Louisa May Alcott (via observando)

Vancouver: Never before have I been in a city that was as able and eager to strike up a conversation.

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"

1. Do not date a boy who does not care what your favourite song is. The boy who does not care what melodies ignite your heart strings with love and wonder while staring at passing street lights on the last train home, will not care if it’s 2 a.m. and your heart is breaking.

2. Do not let anyone fold you up like last winters tattered scarf and put you away with the others in a neatly labeled box. Even when there’s thunder and the sky is crying, you are your mum’s favourite summer dress. You are to wear yourself like you believe it.

3. We are all stories. Write yours how you want. Make today’s chapter about purposely taking the wrong bus and discovering a tiny blue tea shop, or folding origami paper hearts over and over on your window sill. Just make sure it’s something you’d enjoy reading.

4. I will always try to save you.

5. Someday you will be 19 and lost and heartbroken and you will think about a place you’ve seen on TV or heard or read about in a book or seen a picture of. You will feel your heart drop into your stomach. Go there. For a day, a month, forever, but it’s important that you go.

6. The world is so beautiful. Do not let the slumped over homeless man outside the convenience store or the stories of guns and bombs on the television let you believe otherwise. We are all so lost. All of us. We all show it in different ways. I write bad poems. Others start wars. There is no inherent evil, only good people searching too hard.

7. I love everything about you.

8. Money turns people into liars and emotional ghosts. School grades are an inaccurate representation of you. Measure your life’s worth in how many times you’ve nearly lost your life to laughter, how many books you’ve closed with happy tears in your eyes, people whose lives you’ve brought joy to, marshmallows eaten, or countries visited.

9. Don’t ever let anyone tell you to stop crying. Cry if you want to. It’s okay. You’re allowed.

10. My best friend once told me that the most important decision he had ever made was to love everyone and everything. He’s the only person I’ve ever known to have a viewable aura of light around him. Don’t forget to love this world, to love people. Be light. You are already mine.

"
10 things I will tell my daughter. (via awkwarddly)

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"What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet."
Unknown  (via seulray)

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"And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon."
Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat (via observando)

I used to write constantly about my love. I used to write incessantly about the little and big, the high and low, the black, white, gray, and technicolor things. He and I became pieces of each other in front of and thanks to God, and now those things all seem enormously, overwhelmingly personal. My words are home movies spun and projected for the world to see. Selfishly I cling to them, devouring their sweetness and reveling in the exponential rate at which the bigs and highs and technicolors seem to be swallowing everything else.

"The only ones for me are the mad ones."

"The only ones for me are the mad ones."

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"I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!"
Charles Bukowski (via observando)