(Source: alltheloveintheuniverse, via theladyappleseed)
(Source: convincingmyself, via that-country-feel)
The universe was born, and since has been in a state of disarray. There, out there in that vast and unknowable dark is an elegant chaos. It is constantly destroying and rebuilding itself, killing its intricate pieces to make way for new dull shapes. It is a mother to us all, and yet a child who’s billions of years living have been spent fruitlessly spinning. For all of human history, we have stared at the stars and wondered what it is that lies beyond us. The Earth is a villiage shrouded in mist and haze. Life is an illusion, a vision, a hiccup. In our whombs lie the secret to knowing the childish universe intimately; our breath is white in the winter, our dogs bark at settling dust, and we people spin along. When we slip, so does a star collapse or a planet is born. In truth, we are all just feeling things out.
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Changing Seasons
So I have entered the summer of my life. I’m going to lay in hay meadows, run barefoot on sand, swim naked in rivers. I’m going to enjoy this summer.
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(Source: tripoddiaries, via gone-isthewilderness)
Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.
William Powell (via gone-isthewilderness)
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(Source: socialcrucification, via ghostsngoblins)
On June 26, 1956, author C.S. Lewis responded to a fan letter from Joan Lancaster, a young Chronicles of Narnia enthusiast.
In a personalized thank-you letter, the writer imparted some simple and valuable stylistic advice for budding prose writers.
brilliant.
(via theladyappleseed)
(Source: sarahwettleson)
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