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Love Begins
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature

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RMH
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Three Goblin Art
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Georgia O’Keeffe caring for her dogs, 1960
© Tony Vaccaro
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov
“Hatred feeds, like love, on little things; the least thing strengthens it; as one beloved can do no evil, so the person hated can do no good.”
— Honore de Balzac, The Marriage Contract
Masseria Moroseta, Puglia, Italy
““You think about yourself too much,” he said and smiled. “And that gives you a strange fatigue that makes you shut off the world around you and cling to your arguments. Therefore, all you have is problems.””
— Carlos Castaneda, A Separate Reality
“You freeze up in childhood, you go numb, because you cannot change your circumstances and to recognize, name, and feel the emotions and their cruel causes would be unbearable, and so you wait.”
— Rebecca Solnit, from The Faraway Nearby
“She is something new, something hopeful. Like spring to my deep winter.”
— Pierce Brown
The trail up to the summit was covered in wild blackberries that were just turning ripe. We stopped and ate for a while before continuing the climb.
“August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water.”
— Mary Oliver, from Felicity; “The Pond” (via luthienne)
Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.
— Gayle Forman, Where She Went
… when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?
Charles Bukowski (via macrolit)
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