Who knew how warm the islands were

theseatheseathesea

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[foodffs]

These pumpkin chocolate chip cookies are light and fluffy cookies made with pumpkin puree, spices and plenty of chocolate chips. A one bowl cookie recipe that’s perfect for the fall!

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Is this how you roll?

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Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage

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You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.

Emery Allen  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[fotojournalismus]

Floating on dreams and whispers, girls from a West Bank village cool off in the salt-laden waters of the Dead Sea, 2010.

Photo by Paolo Pellegrin

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Kat

[fotojournalismus]

Turkey, 1968.

Photographs by Fulvio Roiter

[sadepiphany]

I need someone who Sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.

Haiku by l.s.f.  (via gallivantingwithherself)

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Moving on to NASA!

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School - Afghanistan (by Paula Bronstein) 

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I forget that we don't get summer vacations. Every year, I forget.

[larmoyante]

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

Iain S. Thomas  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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Love without agenda.

Nick Redd (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[larmoyante]

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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[maza-dohta]

When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?

Maza-Dohta (via sunflower-mama)