Come run away with me~

Once upon a time I met a little polish daydreamer named Garrie. Lost in a sea of people with a thousand little secrets inside her heart and a nightlight beside her bed she found herself a quiet little corner in the big wide world and began to type...and sometimes took pictures~ To bring her a smile leave 5 little random words in her inbox; any words will do~ Also, if you ever just need a place to whisper, or even to yell out there, I am never too awful far, and have soft shoulders~

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How brave is a bridge

Stretched against the expanse

Refusing the limits of nothingness

To build a connection

- Kim Beyer-Johnson

Photo Source:raziel-korihor

[masterking1952]

Even the most fragile looking arrangements can be the most secure

[humansofnewyork]

“When I was 19, my girlfriend and I were going to study in Paris. Our boyfriends came to the docks to see us off. Right as we were getting on the ship, my friend’s boyfriend said to her: ‘If you go, I won’t wait for you.’ So she turned around and decided to stay. My fiance saw this and told me: ‘I won’t wait for you either.’ I said: ‘Don’t!’”

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Mountain Spleenwort (Asplenium montanum)

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nothing better than exploring the upper peninsula with these people | laughing whitefish falls

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Novanoid

Natureblog: khyghar.tumblr.com

Instagram: instagram.com/Robin.khyghar

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Center of attention by BhumsooKim

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Daniel Tyka

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Bruno Barbey

POLAND. Mazovia region. Town of Sandomierz. 1981.

A peasant wedding party heads towards the local church

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Photo de A. L. Syed (Abidmian Lalmian Syed), photographe indien (1904-1991)

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city in the clouds. photos by marcin sobas from poland’s beskid mountains 

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“This is serious. Remember! There is nothing more serious than a joke.”  That’s what Grandfather always said to me when I sat and begged him to finish his “Beer for the road,” while he peppered some poor barmaid with terrible jokes.

Grandfather also urged me to write daily manifestos to myself. A little reminder. Like a little post-it note to “Go fuck yourself!” left on the bathroom mirror. 

Anyway, here is my manifesto to myself for today 9/10/15

I Never Remember How To Spell Annihilation 

Artists are people that wrestle with DEATH. All the messy complicated neurosis. All the overwhelming fear and anxiety. All the pain and suffering. Creation and destruction. And frankly, this is shit the general public wants abso-fucking-solutely nothing to do with, so you gotta be creative. This is where the art comes in. You gotta sucker the public. Infect em with thoughts and ideas that grow into facing the fact that everything they love, including themselves, is going to suffer complete annihilation. 

Hell, it’s for our own good. Death is the only thing that might make us live a little before we die.

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- on the money - 

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Learning climbing by Rob Janné on 500px.com