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Apr 19, 2014 / 1,749 notes

This is ridiculously beautiful…

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Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal. Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep travelling honestly along life’s path.
Apr 18, 2014 / 37,133 notes
Some books are so familiar that reading them is like returning home again.
Jo March, Little Women   (via worldfallsdown)

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Apr 7, 2014 / 27,022 notes
Apr 7, 2014

Mitten ins Herz.


Black sands of Iceland
Apr 7, 2014 / 323 notes


Black sands of Iceland

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Apr 6, 2014 / 1 note

It’s been a ‘the-Tallest-Man-On-Earth’ kinda day.  

I tend to play sad(ish) music at night.  It just feels like the appropriate time.

Mar 18, 2014 / 12 notes


Dear Future Mom | March 21 - World Down Syndrome Day

Reblogging this because it’s beautiful and relevant.

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Mar 14, 2014 / 640 notes


If I Should Have A Daughter by Sarah Kay (X)

If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s going to call me, “Point B.” Because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. 

And I’m going to paint the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

“And baby,” I’ll tell her, “Don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick. I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead, I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rainboots nearby. Because there’s no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.

Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rainboots are for. Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat. To look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind. Because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this,” my mama said. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment, and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say, “Thank you.” Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away. 

You will put the “wind” in “winsome… lose some.” You will put the “star” in “starting over… and over…” And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. 

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. 

“Baby,” I’ll tell her, “Remember, your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more. Remember that good things come in threes, and so do bad things, and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you EVER apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”

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The Sky on Fire on Flickr.
Feb 20, 2014

The Sky on Fire on Flickr.

IMG_8278 on Flickr.
Feb 20, 2014

IMG_8278 on Flickr.

Larger than life. on Flickr.Look, it’s me.  On a wall.  Larger than life.  Sweet.
Dec 18, 2013

Larger than life. on Flickr.

Look, it’s me. On a wall. Larger than life. Sweet.

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
Joquesse Eugenia (via wnderlst)

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Nov 24, 2013 / 445,350 notes
Day 6: Sunset over Braunschweig on Flickr.Via Flickr:
“There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.” - Katherine Larson
Nov 24, 2013

Day 6: Sunset over Braunschweig on Flickr.

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“There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.” - Katherine Larson

Day 5: Self Portrait on Flickr.Via Flickr:
… when I see a mirror, it’s not optional.
Nov 23, 2013

Day 5: Self Portrait on Flickr.

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… when I see a mirror, it’s not optional.

Day 3: Gates on Flickr.
Nov 22, 2013

Day 3: Gates on Flickr.