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Blue Lagoon, Iceland
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via hplyrikz)
what is this cotton ball doing outside
this is where the moon goes when it sets
She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
Tom Waits (via wnq-music)
There was just enough mist on the ponds to make me look forward to September.
Montana summer
Sabrina (1954)- Audrey with William Holden
I got to touch a seal today and play with dart guns and I’m so glad that when I was little I dreamt about what I wanted to do with my life rather than what I wanted to have
You are here, always. Don’t miss ‘here’ by wishing you were over there.
P.A. (via pure-awareness)
I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations.
V.C Andrews (via quotemadness)
Science is magic whatdoyoumean
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Jerry Spinelli (via quotemadness)
Carson Reneau | @carsonreneau
it was a beautiful night