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“Don’t you simply love going to bed. To curl up warmly in a nice warm bed, in the lovely darkness. That is so restful and then gradually drift away into sleep…”

— C.S. Lewis // Letters of C.S. Lewis (via theclivechronicles)

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Cy Twombly, Scenes from an ideal marriage, 1986

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“I like people who get excited about the change of seasons, the sound of the ocean, watching a sunset, the smell of rain and starry nights.”

— (via leohearts)

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in autumn,

i flourish.

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september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

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think about it: you could have been born as anyone or anything — born into a completely different body, mind, and life. but you were born into your body, as you! you were specially and thoughtfully crafted, created, and put together — all of your imperfections, quirks, and traits were given to you for a reason.

you have a purpose. so much thought went into your creation. never forget that.

— k.e.

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for those who are struggling with having and finding purpose: maybe, for now, your purpose is waking up in the morning and taking on the day ahead. maybe your purpose is continuing to live despite it all.

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sau·da·de

/souˈdädə/

noun

desire to be near someone or something distant; a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia

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sometimes I remember why I fear the ocean it’s the crash of waves like thunder the dark of the depths and the fury of the storms

sometimes I remember why I adore the ocean it’s the song of the surf the white of the foam and the ebb of the tides

and then I remember they are the same and to have one is to have both and i would not want it any other way

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By Kenny Barker

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“Perhaps I am seeking storms, suns, dawns, a place to hide,”

— Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Muna Lee, from Selected Poems; “Running Water,”

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“But your body is more than a thing to be looked at, it works with you, not against you. You do not beat your own heart.”

— Florence Welch, from a V Magzine article

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Eva Tsang, Florence, Italy

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