| Hello. This blog is just my personal collection of anything that captures my attention and give me good vibes. I hope you enjoy it. “Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.” ― Henry David Thoreau

Minnesota WI
Anonymous asked:

have a proper cup of tea, darling. tea has eased my heart in a way words can't.

Yeah, I always take tea when I want to relax or am tired.


Done with this day. I’m satisfied and tired as heck. So is he.


I’ve had a great day. Absolutely nothing to complain about except I didn’t spend it together with him.


Anonymous asked:

Definitely. Progressive and post-rock playlists aren't enough anymore. I need heavier drugs, like affection.

Then lay down and let me give you affection.


This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood 

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This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

- Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You

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aheartfullofspirit:

59 degrees. Fog. Soft, misty rain. Occasional breeze. This is weather for my soul. Happiness found here, even in my melancholy mood. 
"Sometimes I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all." - Evelyn Waugh

aheartfullofspirit:

59 degrees. Fog. Soft, misty rain. Occasional breeze. This is weather for my soul. Happiness found here, even in my melancholy mood. 

"Sometimes I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all." - Evelyn Waugh

k-a-t-i-e-:

On the road to Lac Beauvert, Jasper National ParkSummer, 1955
plasmatics-life:

Calling of summer | (by Miikka Luotio)

plasmatics-life:

Calling of summer | (by Miikka Luotio)

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