August 28, 2012
she held the world in her hands. like it was nothing. nothing at all.  Ronnel Cabardo (via urhajos)

she held the world in her hands. like it was nothing. nothing at all. 

Ronnel Cabardo

(via urhajos)

7:53am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZSJmRySJ0NP7
(Notes: 425)
  
Filed under: art writing 
August 24, 2012
she stepped on a feather. and watched it draft above her. the space around her filled with wafts of air. thoughts of feathers and flowers and everything soft about them.

she stepped on a feather. and watched it draft above her. the space around her filled with wafts of air. thoughts of feathers and flowers and everything soft about them.

(Source: inspiring-illustration, via septembereleventh)

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(Notes: 8,945)
  
Filed under: writing 
August 23, 2012
hemingway gets me. (via stevesouthon)

hemingway gets me.

(via stevesouthon)

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(Notes: 2)
  
Filed under: writing ernest hemingway 
July 18, 2012
i could spend years in this place | if they would let me | let me settle into a space that i can recognize | like a place i’ve been before | but have never travelled | i think they called it ‘home’

i could spend years in this place | if they would let me | let me settle into a space that i can recognize | like a place i’ve been before | but have never travelled | i think they called it ‘home’

(via thingssheloves)

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(Notes: 44)
  
Filed under: travel writing 
July 12, 2012
beauty pressed between 2 pages. white pages of paper. torn from the book on the shelf. nevertheless. pressed flat to remember him by.

beauty pressed between 2 pages. white pages of paper. torn from the book on the shelf. nevertheless. pressed flat to remember him by.

(Source: serialstranger)

3:59pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZSJmRyPDii2L
(Notes: 61)
  
Filed under: writing 
June 19, 2012
with arm outstretched | she offered a piece to the world she loved | so much | so much more than she loved any person | the world that held her daily | that gave her all those things she needed | the wind against her arm was more than enough | to keep her happy this time | and the whispy feathers of that | ‘weed’ | (though she didn’t believe in the word) | flowed like her hair when she was little | swinging back and forth | constant pushes from her dad | and she felt like she could fly | that must be how that piece of nature felt. (by Dominique Saks on Flickr / via withanchorsforhereyes)

with arm outstretched | she offered a piece to the world she loved | so much | so much more than she loved any person | the world that held her daily | that gave her all those things she needed | the wind against her arm was more than enough | to keep her happy this time | and the whispy feathers of that | ‘weed’ | (though she didn’t believe in the word) | flowed like her hair when she was little | swinging back and forth | constant pushes from her dad | and she felt like she could fly | that must be how that piece of nature felt.

(by Dominique Saks on Flickr / via withanchorsforhereyes)

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7:51am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZSJmRyNhq29X
(Notes: 9)
  
Filed under: writing 
June 14, 2012
they laid in wait | for the inevitable to come | the fall of the hills | the mountains | the snow | but in the end it was all worth it | worth every moment of beauty they could gain from here | from the perspective of knowing | they were smaller than they originally imagined. (via The Village Art Print by Speakerine | Society6 / thingssheloves)

they laid in wait | for the inevitable to come | the fall of the hills | the mountains | the snow | but in the end it was all worth it | worth every moment of beauty they could gain from here | from the perspective of knowing | they were smaller than they originally imagined.

(via The Village Art Print by Speakerine | Society6 / thingssheloves)

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(Notes: 55)
  
Filed under: writing 
June 1, 2012
to float away | on the hopes of a land faraway | and the morals of those who came before you

to float away | on the hopes of a land faraway | and the morals of those who came before you

(Source: laughingfits, via theblankpage)

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(Notes: 7,487)
  
Filed under: travel writing 
May 30, 2012
"Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via coello)

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(Notes: 66)
  
Filed under: writing f. scott fitzgerald quotes 
May 13, 2012
her legs | they were what kept her going | and they were what drew his eyes down | as though the rest of her disappeared.

her legs | they were what kept her going | and they were what drew his eyes down | as though the rest of her disappeared.

(Source: silent-musings)

4:01pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZSJmRyLQYseH
(Notes: 80)
  
Filed under: Photoshoot inspiration writing 
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