clmr
insomnia;
The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
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batsandharmony:

whispers of the nothing by Kindra Nikole on Flickr.

batsandharmony:

whispers of the nothing by Kindra Nikole on Flickr.

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thatwetshirt:

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

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nevver:

Sea to shining sea, Cody Cobb

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"I dwell in darkness, and darkness is where I belong."

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I wanted ye from the first time I saw ye, but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch.

apoetreflects:

Andrew McCallum, In Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire: Winter Evening after Rain, 1881

apoetreflects:

Andrew McCallum, In Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire: Winter Evening after Rain, 1881


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fuckoff-mondays:

When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time

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