maddieonthings:

Turn it up (Gearhart Beach, OR)
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perpetualpresent:

Flashed Junk Mind- Milky Chance

I feel your heart beat
Just like mine
I feel your heart beat 
All the time

focused on what you feel 


1 day ago // 735 notes
animus-inviolabilis:

This is a page of pressed sea moss from a Christmas card John Muir sent to his sister Mary in 1905.

Dearest Gilly,

Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside me … an emptiness that, at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear you could hear the ocean.

And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it, a sign of trouble not far behind.

I have a dream of being whole, Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes when the wind is warm, or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lay down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen … I don’t know.

Maybe I’ve had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it … but there’s no man, Gilly, only the moon.

Sally

Practical Magic (via violet-woods)

1 day ago // 17 notes
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Melody Beatitie (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: awelltraveledwoman.com, via uphighintrees)


2 days ago // 2,200 notes
unitedbyblue:

+ United By Blue Bennet Flannel
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Pretty Boy Reservoir, Maryland, 2010 by christian storm on Flickr.
wat is this!!!
I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature. Friedrich Nietzsche (via explore-everywhere)

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3 days ago // 23,661 notes
bridgeandburn:

Win Always | Bridge & Burn
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding (via misswallflower)

4 days ago // 161 notes