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[kit-landry-blog]

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Kit supposed that was her fate. She had always been in love with the books full of wandering souls and restlessness. Before, it wasn’t a desire to leave as much as a desire to know more. Now, it was a desire to not get attached. She wondered which of these people she hardly knew would leave first, to disappear without a trace like her family. So it was only logical to leave before that happened. 

She was sad, of course. Sadness was always there, but it left her after a while. Just like she was leaving this city. She wanted to see the Atlantic. She didn’t really want to go, but it was time to leave, she thought. Her mind wasn’t... sorted enough to love another person like she loved her family. It wasn’t ready, not yet. So it was time to leave, to build up her mind and heart as she ate up the miles to places she had never seen before.

The pack hung loosely on her shoulders, there was food in there of course but she only had her book of Emily Dickinson out of her collection. She would find more on the way. And the way was long, there would be plenty. Her cold fingers curled into loose balls inside her jacket, maybe she would go down to the Gulf Coast after seeing the Atlantic. It was warm down there, and she had all the time in the world.

“Goodbye, Cheyenne.” 

[douceuephorie]

[luzysombria-archive-blog]

“Listen, pendejo, I didn’t ASK you for your opinion.” Luz’s already strained expression twisted into a disgusted grimace. “Didn’t ask for it, man; don’t want it. What I asked for was if you had any news about ANTHONY FIRL.” Tan knuckles whitened as she gripped the kabar that was shoved through her belt tighter with each level of annoyance she climbed. “If you don’t know anything, then DON’T WASTE MY TIME. Period, cabron.”

[kit-landry-blog]

"Please, ask elsewhere ma'am. I don't want you disturbing my patrons." She hastily stepped between the man who she had just lent a book and the one-eyed woman. The woman looked dangerous and fed-up, Kit just wanted her to not hurt anyone inside the walls of her library. She felt very defenseless compared to her, she had left her knife in another room. "I don't want any violence inside the library, please. Maybe I can help you? Who where you looking for?"

[theomartinez-blog1]

If Cheyenne had been a silent city before Theo left, it was a ghost town now. It was rare that she saw anyone outside the new camps; scouting alone was dangerous, and most of the loners kept to themselves. The general quiet helped put Theo’s mind at ease about letting her son play outside. After all, what could really happen? 

The young woman watched from the porch as Artie ran around the open space, playing some kind of game in some other world. God, what Theo wouldn’t give to be that innocent again. The wind fluttered the pages of her open book, calling her attention back to the words that almost -not quite- distracted her from the rest of the world. Just as she reimmersed herself in the book, something else caught her eye: a stranger. “Artie! Vuelvas aqui!” She called, never taking her gaze off the newcomer. “Can I help you?” She asked slowly, reaching for the bat at her side.

[kit-landry-blog]

Kit missed the possibility of family. She had been alone for so long now, and she knew she could never love a man so when she saw children it was like looking at an impossible thing. Impossible wonderful children that she couldn't help but love. Artie was one of them. She could see the young boy playing in his yard as she walked up with an armful of books.

"Hello, Artie!" She waved at the young boy before addressing his mother sitting on the porch. "Do you need glasses, Theo? It's only me!" She gave her trademark grin, a smile she had kept despite the world growing darker around her. Kit unlatched their gate and carefully closed it behind her. "I have some books for you? I already have copies of them at my place, thought you would like them."

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Blake Lively in a new still from ‘Age Of Adaline’.

[melisica]

Lorenzo Scudiero

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[witchyletters]

[blazwura]

[spiritual-realm]

tru*

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[christinekiberg]

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[olliviaw-blog]

❝ she stood there: she listened.                          — she heard the names of the stars.

[franceskar]

[wnq-movies]

Help each other. Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light. Forgive.

The Tree of Life (2011), Dir. Terrence Malick (via wnq-movies)

[zuliebe]

“roots go deep”

ph. source unknown

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[pastelparrotlet]

*narrator voice*  And here we see the bibliophile, asleep in a pile of books, her natural habitat.  If we’re lucky, we may see her finish one and cry.