July 16, 2014


But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

Ernest Hemingway (via likeafieldmouse)

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Summer nights should be spent outside.

Six word story, June 16, 2014 (218/365)

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richestt:

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This is important 

richestt:

x

This is important 

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Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

Anthony Marra (via seabois)

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How lucky we are.

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July 3, 2014


xigarettes:

fohk:

"Where are we going?"
"Out of our minds"
Across the Universe (2007)Julie Taymor

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xigarettes:

fohk:

"Where are we going?"

"Out of our minds"

Across the Universe (2007)
Julie Taymor

favourite movie in the world

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