“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful/is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”
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“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful/is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”
From ‘Franz Marc’s blue horses’ by Mary Oliver
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November Mood: candles smelling like french macarons, sleeping with rose quartz under your pillow, cardigans with pearl buttons, soft rose perfume, drinking italian coffee every morning, watercolor flower paintings.
Hiroshi Hashiguchi, 2010
imagine being the subject of someone's poetry
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
guess what. I’m beautiful & capable & supported by the universe
Roman Holiday, 1953
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Damn this is such a good song let me play it 78 times an hour until i hate it
Paul Almasy. Rock'n'Roll on the quai de Seine. Paris, 1955
Very old line
i wish i could actually enjoy being alive instead of being so miserable and letting time pass me by
strangers being kind to u is one of the best things ever because u know that they gain nothing from it and they probably will never see u again but they just choose to be kind