You smell like the woods. — Barry Lopez, Field Notes (via mythologyofblue)

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We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing this is. Augusten Burroughs, Dry  (via paris2london)

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Bring me warm rain and dried lavender and you. I want you most of all. — Emery Allen (via pearleyednomad)

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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

— Danielle Laporte (via everythingyoulovetohate)

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I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything. — (via thatkindofwoman)

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This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. — John Muir (via thecalminside)

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Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see. — Rumi  (via unlively)

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