These are a few of my favourite things...

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[lifesqueezesbutdoesntchoke-deac]

this is for the no becoming yes for scars becoming breath for scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine for the many beautiful things we do for every song we’ve ever sung for refusing to believe in miracles because miracles are the impossible coming true and everything is possible

Andrea Gibson  (via body-peace)

[id0be1ieve]

Bittersweet reflections

Sometimes, a long reflective walk, with a camera at hand, is what it takes for us to view the world with our eyes fully open.  Only then, grounded in the moment, with all our senses brought back to - and firmly planted in - the 'here and now', are we able to truly take everything in...to deeply inhale the air and breathe in the earthy scents of nature; to revel in the captivating colours, painted from a palette, by Mother Nature herself... But such observations are (regrettably) bittersweet.  For, all too often, nature's creations are tainted by the ways of human nature - a trail of destruction, decay and neglect - littered with greed, with a lack of thought & care.  It is at times like this, which I stop and think to myself, "Oh, my.. sweet, generous earth.. what have we done to you??"

[id0be1ieve]

“It has never been easy for me to understand the obliteration of time, to accept, as others seem to do, the swelling and corresponding shrinkage of seasons or the conscious acceptance that one year has ended and another has begun. There is something here that speaks of our essentials helplessness and how the greater substance of our lives in bound up with waste and opacity. Even the sentence parts seize on the tongue, so that to say “Twelve years passed” is to deny the fact of biographical logic. How can so much time hold so little, how can it be taken from us?”

The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields

[notwithstupidanymore]

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[id0be1ieve]

“Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’d directed.. It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith… the saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.”

Dear John by Nicholas Sparks

[obtund-deactivated20120307]

When you run alone, you go a distance and speed dictated by your ability (one part hope, two parts denial), your conscience (one part denial, two parts hope), and the previous nights dessert (one part cookie, two parts more cookie). Running with partners requires compromise in that calculus.

Marc Parent, Runners World Jan 2012. (via obtund)

[poisonouschicken]

[eternalspringtime]

[id0be1ieve]

sighn0m0re:

So pretttttty.

[levihosa-deactivated20131202]

[id0be1ieve]

Ahh, I <3 the Lion King!

[monicatramos]

[id0be1ieve]

monicatramos:

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones the time has come again choose now, they croon beneath the moon beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream

[id0be1ieve]

(via yelena bryksenkova)

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[kseoul-blog]

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