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You know that place between sleep and awake, where you're still dreaming?

I love it here






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My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘life and no escape.’
Anne Carson, Plainwater (via heavydrug)

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northwezt:

Yosemite, CA (Aug. 19, 2014)

northwezt:

Yosemite, CA (Aug. 19, 2014)


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02:32 am, reblogged from NakedOrange by facetiouss2,928 notes


squeats:

July 17 

WA

(greens)


Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.



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breezeh:

this is literally all i ever want

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I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
Unknown (via mustangblood)


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