The Field Guide

because life can get complicated

[cityfawns]

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[thelovejournals]

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.

Azra T., “My Heart is Full of Open Windows”  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[everguided]

Edward Sheffield, Nocturnal Animals

Susan: "Why are you so driven to write?"

Edward: “I guess it is a way of keeping things alive. You know, saving things that will eventually die. If I write it down, then, it’ll last forever.”

[jshawback]

439 @jerryshawback

[lilibaba]

[bluedollarbillzmusic]

close up of leaning tower (by asp3n™)

[sukaihan]

this is why saturdays exist. by mariell øyre on Flickr.

[gripofthespirit]

Terrifying and amazing. 

[everguided]

[if-i--stay]

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The beautiful and talented Matthew Rhys reciting a verse from If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda for the short film Everything Carries Me to You (2011). Score by Reg B.

If You Forget Me (Si Tu Me Olvidas) by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists: aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

[sterlinggraves]

[beyondthephotography]

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[constantarrival]

Desert road in Fuerteventura by Chourmo.

[larmoyante]

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

Marcel Pagnol (via larmoyante)