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lorraine sf/sd 21 yrs

I want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so things keep being born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently.

—  Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts¬† (via francoisthepoet)

(via moreofamore)

7 . 27

drawingdownthemoon:

#aquaaura #innerbeauty #selfexpression #spiritualenergy #crystals etsy.com/shop/movewiththemoon

abandonedography:

Dunster Castle began as an 11th-century Anglo-Norman construction, on the site of an earlier fortification. The medieval stone buildings were constructed from the early 12th century into the early 16th century, until the fortification’s destruction in 1650, just after the English Civil War. A more modern manor house was built, starting in 1617, during the 17th and 18th centuries, then remodelled between 1868 and 1872, partly to be in keeping with mid-Victorian nostalgic architectural preferences. Today, the castle and its grounds are in the keeping of the National Trust, open to the public. This picture was taken (with slide film) in part of the garden occupying the former Lower Ward, near one of the ruined medieval (13th-century?) castle towers.
By green voyage

The Desert
- roseate metallic blue
& insect green

blank mirrors &
pools of silver

a universe in
one body

—  Jim Morrison, Tape Noon (via fernsandmoss)

(via gypsji)

7 . 20

wildbutgentleman:

Wild but Gentleman

To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.

—  H. P. Lovecraft¬† (via talisman)

(via talisman)

7 . 15

Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.

—  Federico Garcia Lorca, New Heart¬† (via cenizas)

(via cenizas)

7 . 6

All your seriousness is about sandcastles. And you yourself will leave them one day, trampling them down, and you will not look back. The people who take it seriously miss the beauty of playfulness.

—  Osho (via ladyjungle)

(via splinter-eye)

7 . 5