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after the keen still days of september, the october sun filled the world with mellow warmth...the maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. the oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. the fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her...in october any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible. — elizabeth george speare, the witch of blackbird pond

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“Yeah, Heathcliff is trash, but he’s my trash.”

—Catherine Earnshaw, probably

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Phrases — Arthur Rimbaud

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To You. — Walt Whitman

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“What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

— Virginia Woolf (Jan. 25, 1882 — Mar. 28, 1941).

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Can’t do anything around here without a fluffy cat butt getting in the way..

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Sant’Agnese in Agone, Rome, Italy

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“A miracle every day would cease to be miraculous—it would be mundane. Though even a boring sunset is still glorious.” ― Jarod Kintz

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Nikon D4s | Nikkor 85mm f/1.4

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REBLOG TO DELETE DONALD TRUMP

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But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one’s deepest as well as one’s most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, A Life for a Life (via themindmovement)

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You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.

Iyanla Vanzant  (via wordsnquotes)