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Gardener, Nature lover, photographer, hiker.

Enjoy the abstract and all things thought provoking

Coffee addict, craft beer drinker, book worm, music lover, quote gatherer..

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August 24, 2014
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When it is but it aint


Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.

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August 20, 2014
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“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”
— Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via quoted-books)

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August 14, 2014
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“How do you expect them to treat you with respect if you don’t feel worthy of it? Recognize your value.”

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August 14, 2014
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Quite addicted to this song. the lyrics are great.

" So, I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don’t got a filter
But I’m so tired of eatin’ all of my misspoken words

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I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
And I’m no good at aiming, but I can aim it at you


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August 01, 2014
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The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman, O Me! O Life! (via introspectivepoet)

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July 27, 2014
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July 05, 2014
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“So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles and it is all unraveling to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day will come and will go. And then there will be night.

But how beautiful these moments within the dissolve. What a temporary perfection we can find in this passing world: everything good ever done, everything good that was done today and all the good people doing it, and back and back, and forward and forward. All that beauty within a universe unraveling.

Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small. And yet it is. How unlikely. How fantastic. And stupid. And excellent.”
— Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 49-B  (via mirroir)

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June 27, 2014
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June 21, 2014
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Artist: Lana Del Rey
Song: Florida Kilos
From the Album: Ultraviolence
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