Uptown Theater in Minneapolis

if i look back, i am lost

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Uptown Theater in Minneapolis
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
U can only see so many caved in abandoned farmhouses and hallowed out cars on the stretch of nowheresville midwestern roads before u start to wish u were like. In love with someone
The Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore (English: Basilica of Saint Mary of the Flower) is the main church of Florence, Italy
…the honey-bearing chaos of high summer.
Kenneth Rexroth, from Sacramental Acts: The Love Poems; “On What Planet,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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People that I’ve passed by.
Crowds at Waterloo station.
Iceland, 2014 | by Miesirywle
I miss when ‘getting sea air’ was a viable prescription for most maladies
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“Adults can change their circumstances; children cannot. Children are powerless, and in difficult situations they are the victims of every sorrow and mischance and rage around them, for children feel all of these things but without any of the ability that adults have to change them. Whatever can take a child beyond such circumstances, therefore, is an alleviation and a blessing. I quickly found for myself two such blessings—the natural world, and the world of writing: literature. These were the gates through which I vanished from a difficult place.”
— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays