storm over brunswick heads
three nights + benny’s margs + haigh’s on the beach = paradise

@theartofmadeline
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@litteredwithstars
storm over brunswick heads
three nights + benny’s margs + haigh’s on the beach = paradise
Time to go home…
September the 1st.
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via introspectivepoet)
Horizon
Nafplio!
With the onset of autumn, the long summer recedes into memory; the hours of daylight shorten as the hours of night time lengthen. As darkness closes in, as enthusiasm begins to wane, so, in life, it is easy to misread what we once understood to be a “challenge” to be met as, instead, a burden to be borne. Even in the wilderness by day and by night, however, guidance is all around if we choose to see it for what it is, rather than what is may appear to be, and, of course, having seen clearly to follow its lead.
Peter McHugh, my Extension History/Life teacher (via bronweena)
Sid Tapia
Spotted on my daily commute - smile inducing on even the cloudiest of days
A Series of Unfortunate Events 2004 x 2017
She looks so gleeful!
this never gets old
the moral of hamlet is don’t ever try to go home and resolve conflicts with yr family just stay at college and do gay shit w ur friends
every YA author: “he leans in close and I breathe in his scent. He smells like-” [spins wheel] “-cinnamon and-” [spins wheel] “-hairspray, with a hint of-” [spins wheel] “-stagnant river water. It’s masculine and comforting.”
here’s to another brilliant beginning!
Bring on 2017!
To finding new goals and discovering a new purpose, going on adventures and journeys, helping others, and being the best version of myself I can be.
It’s going to be a good one!