I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.
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I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.
Anais Nin (via awritinghabit)
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
Joan Bauer, Almost Home (via thequotejournals)
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On this day 33 years ago Will Byers disappeared.
On this day 34 years ago Will Byers disappeared.
There is always something left to love.
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via bookmania)
Palazzo Piazza Pitti | thomaspheasant
How it was. How it was that the earth could open up under you and swallow you whole, close above you as if you never were. Like Persephone snatched by the god. The ground opened up and out he came, sweeping her into the black chariot. Then down they plunged, under the ground, into the darkness, and the earth closed over her head, and she was gone, as if she had never been.
Janet Fitch, from White Oleander (via lifeinpoetry)
Helford Village | postcardsbyhannah
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Too often, the only escape is sleep.
Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)
The Kansas City Gazette, Kansas, September 12, 1907
This newspaper headline has traveled 110 years into the future just to call us all out for having this many open AO3 tabs.
You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Ray Bradbury (via thegoodvybe)
Totally here for fall.
Austrian dream | irinahp