September 2012
“Sit and watch the stars, realize in the stillness what hopeful can mean.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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August 2012
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“You don’t need to explain your dreams. They belong to you.”
– Paulo Coelho  (via cityyandcolour)
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WatchWatch
funnynaturedopeboy: xbbyphaaat: Because everyone has their own escape, this boy found his. omg, that was amazing. must watch this or else you will miss out.
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Oscar Wilde, "Requiescat"
sharingpoetry: Tread lightly, she is near   Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear  The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair  Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair  Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow,  She hardly knew She was a woman, so  Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone,  Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone,  She is at rest. Peace, peace,...
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“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”
– John Greenleaf Whittier, Maud Muller - Pamphlet (via kari-shma)
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