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i like fairy lights, polaroids, ceramic jugs, warm fuzzy morning light, fresh orange juice, the sea, dogs, jams in jars, glass bottles, handwritten letters, dresses, the wind in my hair, the wizard of oz, warm toast with honey, cake, coffee, random walks, thrift shops, unexpected gifts, secondhand bookstores, piles of books next to my bed, messy hair, wine and cheese, picnics...
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time lapses, windy evenings, mellow sunlight, postcards, friendly dogs, alice in wonderland, old typewriters, old cameras, boats, old wise men, meandering aimlessly
i also suffer from inexplicable bouts of laziness and high levels of internet fatigue...

PS: All images here are either with credits or have click through links to wherever I found them on the big, wide internet.
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(Source: endofmarch)

Seriously, I am so so tired!!! fuckyouverymuch: We are tired.
Seriously, I am so so tired!!!

fuckyouverymuch:

We are tired.

The happiest song ever…

Not very unlikely that it comes from Bruce Lee, but its awesome nonetheless…

nedhepburn:

Bruce Lee, “Become Water”
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One of the greatest quotes I’ve heard, from an unlikely source. One to think about. 

Good advice... 

“Write and read, and things will happen.

If you’re a poet, consider making something in addition to poetry. You need to be making something all of the time, whatever it is. Poems, collages, pancakes.

Be humble. Don’t romanticize being humble. Don’t be so easily impressed.”

Exciting fellowships in India... 

Winter morning walk to work

Winter morning walk to work

Remembering by Rilke

aperfectcommotion:

And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life,
make it more than it is—
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awakening, depths opening to you.

In the dusky bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough.
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.

(Source: mythologyofblue)

(Source: wheretimeisneverplanned)

“ We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. ”

The Sense of an Ending- Julian Barnes

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