When We Lived

nevver:

It felt as if one’s entire world was one, long Sunday afternoon. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go.
foto : Jared Lank

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There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.

— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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fawndeviney:

WORN | by Fawn DeViney 

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Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via youngfolksociety)

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nevver:

When

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If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold evermore wonders.

— Andrew Harvey
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nevver:

But it’s cold outside, Peter Hoffman

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toddhido:

Why Moments Matter

http://www.vulture.com/2013/10/spike-jonze-on-making-her.html

devicfotos:

montreal - december 2016

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

— John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
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itscolossal:

Artist Jeremy Miranda Explores Memory and Scenes of the Northeast in His Sublime Oil Paintings

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