I need this.
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jealous of the birds
It seems I have an addiction to capturing moments that would otherwise blend into the abstraction of time.
Feel free to ask me anything.
Thanks.
How many times I’ve sat outside with a cigarette in the morning or right before I’m going to bed. In the silence. And I hear that old familiar rumble. And I just hear that train whistle and I just hear my name in it. I hear it calling me.And I always say to myself, in response to the yearning encapsulating my unconscious as soon as I hear that whistle, “Don’t worry. Soon. Real soon.”Silently. Almost in my head, but somewhat out loud. Just enough so I can hear myself say it. So maybe if I say it enough, it’ll happen.
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Northbound AT thru-hikers Kokopelli and his dog Didi, descending Cube Mountain in southern New Hampshire
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My Daddy built this! Soo cool!
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Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
Jeanette Winterson, Why I Adore the Night. (via theprospectofvanishingforever)
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England | Ghost Mice
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