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WONDER LAND

be ignited or be gone

stunningpicture:

My grandfather and grandmother have been married for 46 years. I bieleve [sic] I found out why this morning they love each other so much.

stunningpicture:

My grandfather and grandmother have been married for 46 years. I bieleve [sic] I found out why this morning they love each other so much.

It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.

Sally Coulter  (via tv-in-black-n-white)

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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (Alfred A. Knopf, 1999)

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A thousand dreams within me softly burn.
From time to time my heart is like some oak
whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Arthur Rimbaud, from “Evening Prayer,” Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works, trans. Paul Schmidt (Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2008)

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Gentle Breeze by Lyle Huisken

noir-absolu:

Gentle Breeze by Lyle Huisken

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ka-bai:

Jeanloup Sieff

ka-bai:

Jeanloup Sieff

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I want you to know
how it felt to hold it,
deep in the well of my eye.

You, future person: star of one of my
complicated dooms—

Dana Levin, from “Banana Palace,” Poetry (vol. CCIV, no. 5, September 2014)

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And so she evolved this atheist’s religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

—Narrator, Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (via literaryquotations)

I’ll play with your hair
until the weight of the night
anchors your eyes shut.

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goodnight.

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