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— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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Three Barn Owls at a quatrefoil church window. Photographer: Richard Brooks. Date: July 2009. Shot at a local church in North Norfolk, England.
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
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Credit for this beautiful animation goes to 1924us on YouTube. It can be found here
I lived with my grandma the year after my grandpa died, and she said she thought of the afterlife as a campground, where her favorite camping buddy had gone on ahead to find her a lakeside site with a good canoe launch and a berry patch nearby. They're both gone now, but I like to think of them canoeing through the beyond and cooing over interesting plants.
I wish this for myself and all of those that I love.
In And Out Of Time by Maya Angelou
The sun has come The mists have gone We see in the distance our long way home I was always yours to have You were always mine We have loved each other in and out of time When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun And the first tree struggled up from the forest floor I have always loved you more You freed your braids, gave your hair to the breeze It hung like a hive of honey bees I reached in the mass for the sweet honeycomb there God, how I loved your hair You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance Lost, injured, hurt by chance I screamed to the heavens Loudly screamed Trying to change our nightmares into dreams The sun has come The mists have gone We see in the distance our long home I was always yours to have You were always mine We loved each other in and out, in and out, in and out of time
Knight of Cups and Death
The romanticized idea of dramatic change is often a lot more appealing than the reality of it.
The cars and symbolism on both are very similar...the colors, the legs of the horse.... in the year of the horse... everything is everything
A little girl thought this high school senior posing for prom pictures was a real princess.
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This just warmed my heart
Creativity is the way. #markcuban #creative #creativity #hiphop
Remnicent of Marvin Gaye. #marvingaye #octoberlondon