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May 10, 2012
lately.
May 10, 2012
mdt : spaceships :
Long exposure shots of fairground rides in Coney Island by Andreas Feininger.
See more here.
via inspirarch
May 10, 2012
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pretty girl from san diego | the avett brothers
May 7, 2012
Someone asked the Dalai Lama what surprises him most. This was his response:
“Man, because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; He lives as if he’s never going to die, and then he dies having never really lived.”
(via kaitmpayne)
Apr 17, 2012
a year ago today, this girl came into the world. happy birthday, charlie grace. (Taken with instagram)
Mar 16, 2012
celebrated two years of marriage today! love you so, mr. thornhill!
Mar 13, 2012
(Source: thechibbsjermaine, via rainydaysandblankets)
Mar 13, 2012
(Source: fuath, via bippityboppityboo)
Mar 12, 2012
The cold of your fridge is actually ruining a lot of your (expensive, local, bought at the farmer’s market) produce. An artist’s project finds ways to use the way fruits and vegetables spoil to keep them fresh, the old-fashioned way.
(via pukefest)
Mar 12, 2012
(Source: saddest-summer, via le-voyageur-de-la-mer)
Mar 12, 2012
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sparks | jesse woods
Mar 11, 2012
Sonnet LXXXI
And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
Pablo Neruda
Mar 10, 2012
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moving, shaking | great lake swimmers
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