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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal.
Paulo Coelho (via quotemadness)
Tell me, how the hell could you talk How could you talk? Cause until you walk where I walk, It’s just no joke
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
A Tale of Two Cities
Carry me on
Simon & Garfunkel, “Sound of Silence”
Too many war wounds and not enough wars Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores
ravioli ravioli give me a reason to live
And the demons danced on
Listlessly Anthony dropped into a chair, his mind tired - tired with nothing, tired with everything, with the world's weight he had never chose to bear. He was ineffectual and words are inarticulate, he seemed to have inherited only the vast tradition of human failure - that, and the sense of death.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Galileo Galilei (via landscape-photo-graphy)
“Hold the fuck up.” I say. I am the fuck up. Please hold me.
He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had never expected to find it, perhaps, yet in itself that quest had been happier than anything he expected forevermore. Life, it seemed, must be a setting of props around one - otherwise it was disaster. There was no rest, no quiet. He had been futile in longing to drift and dream; no one drifted except to maelstroms, no one dreamed, without his dreams becoming fantastic nightmares of indecision and regret.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful And Damned
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via fitzgeraldquotes)