// beauty in the dissonance \\

dreamy idealist.
intrigued by the mystery of life & all of its pleasures & pains.
here you'll find strivings to live well, love well, & thrive in the gray-ness of life.

“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”

—   Shel Silverstein 

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“But the pleasant thing is to wake early, throw open the window, and lie reading in bed.”

—   Edward Fitzgerald, from a letter to W. F. Pollock, May 3, 1840

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“I am a hunter of beauty and I move slow and I keep eyes wide, every fiber of every muscle sensing all wonder and this is the thrill of the hunt and I could be an expert on the life full, the beauty meat the lurks in every moment.”

—   Ann Voskamp

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The Tallest Man on Earth - Love is All

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

varaocavalcanti:

"Oh, I said I could rise from the harness of our goals. Here come the tears but like always - I let them go, just let them go”.

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Ohhh Seattle, you get me.
Community p-patch finds

“Most people are together just so they are not alone. But some people want magic. I think you are one of those people.”

—   Broken English (2007)

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“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.”

—   Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt 

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“Let go of the idea of what is normal, and go live your life the way you really want to live.”

—   Shanti 

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Payette floatin’

“Hiking - I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, “A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.”

—   John Muir

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