poetry and nude horseback riding

poetry riding and nude horses

[haplocanthosaurus]

who knows who is still on here but i need money so i am asking for help: 

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“She smiles bites her lips and turns away, 

From that point on she’s not just another face. 

She turns back to him with those hazel eyes, 

There is no point of return she’s all that’s on his mind.”

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[haplocanthosaurus]

So excited, humbled & empowered to share that I will be joining a tradition of strong women leaders as a member of the Smith College Class of 2021 💙💛#womenfortheworld (at Smith College)

[b-ookquotes]

I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via b-ookquotes)

[nickkahler]

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road, 1957 (via nickkahler)

[bookmania]

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via bookmania)

[aseaofquotes]

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

[bunlly]

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via lazypacific)

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[larmoyante]

She stood there: she listened. She heard the names of the stars.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via larmoyante)

[benkiemphoto]

Assorted letters from Virginia Woolf at the Smith College Rare Book Room

[wereabetterman]

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via wereabetterman)

[quoted-books]

“I love you,” I say to him, only it comes out, “Hey.” “So damn much,” he says back, only it comes out, “Dude.” He still won’t meet my eyes.”

Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun (via quoted-books)

[youngadultquoted]

Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You The Sun (via youngadultquoted)

[themindmovement]

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Charles Bukowski (via themindmovement)

[haplocanthosaurus]

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