eartheld:

mostly nature

eartheld:

mostly nature
EVERYTHING happens for a reason. Everything’s meant to teach you a lesson, to make you a better soul, to show you what it means to be alive —Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via nmlrs)
The novelist’s happy discovery was to think of substituting for those opaque sections, impenetrable by the human spirit, their equivalent in immaterial sections, things, that is, which the spirit can assimilate to itself. After which it matters not that the actions, the feelings of this new order of creatures appear to us in the guise of truth, since we have made them our own, since it is in ourselves that they are happening, that they are holding in thrall, while we turn over, feverishly, the pages of the book, our quickened breath and staring eyes. And once the novelist has brought us to that state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes to disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid, and of a more lasting impression than those which come to us in sleep; why, then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world, a few of which, only, we should have to spend years of our actual life in getting to know, and the keenest, the most intense of which would never have been revealed to us because the slow course of their development stops our perception of them. —Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (via observando)
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One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way. —Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via creccentric)
I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question. —Harun Yahya (via larmoyante)
bromancing-the-stone:

The most ignored words in the world.

bromancing-the-stone:

The most ignored words in the world.

Grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love. 

Love finds you, Son, you don’t find love. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, what’s written in the stars. A lot to do with the simple fact that most women are smarter than we are. And wily. Your sorry butt never had a chance. But if you want to believe you had a choice in the matter, I’d say you made a good one.

felizverde:

piplups:



my god that gif was made for this moment

felizverde:

piplups:

my god that gif was made for this moment

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