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this hand will always be here for you to hold

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"

If you ask me
‘are you attracted to girls’
‘could you consider a career in journalism’
‘will you move to New York’
I refuse to speak for my future self
because I don’t know who she is yet
don’t rule anything out
don’t rule out winning the lottery
or going skinny dipping
or singing loudly in front of strangers
or falling in love with your best friend

don’t deny yourself of something by saying
you would never do or feel or be it
It’s possible I could love a girl in the future
journalism would certainly be a rewarding career
to ask the questions that matter
New York is the most beautiful city
and I could chase the skyline home

I refuse to say that I am a
musician
writer
painter
but I will admit that I am a person
who likes to pluck the strings of a guitar,
scrawl poems on stones,
flick paint at a canvas
I am a person first
before I am defined by a profession.
have big dreams,
dreams wider than your arm span
but don’t you dare define yourself as them
know that you are always and ever more

"
jessica therese, “I Refuse to Speak for my Future Self” (via contramonte)



I have an instagram! @grilledcheesesammich. I’m going to be living in New York City, so after this week everything on there will document my adventures in my new life!



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"I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive."
— Things on my bucket list - mlllstone



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hostileminds:

nudit:


i took this in verona the morning after the arctic monkeys concert and everything was silent and still and i remember thinking that i would have given anything for the world to stay this way 

hostileminds:

nudit:

i took this in verona the morning after the arctic monkeys concert and everything was silent and still and i remember thinking that i would have given anything for the world to stay this way 



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"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
— Sylvia Plath 



"I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life."
— Jeff Buckley, on moving to New York



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mymodernmet:

French photographer Florian Beaudenon's series Instant Life offers a voyeuristic peek into the homes and lives of different men, women, and families, inviting viewers to inspect their belongings and behaviors from a bird’s-eye view.



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"We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?"
— Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann 



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"

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

"
there and back again, n.m.h.



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villegasbobby:

Rainy drive back home. 

Funny, I had quite a bit to say about my day. Deleted it all and left it at that.

-Plus this & that. 



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"Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I’d been living luminously between two eternities of darkness."
— Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red



"I look at the sky, and I see blue. You lift your eyes and see the same, but I wonder, is your blue the same as mine? Perhaps my blue is your blood red, and your skies are always crimson. My pain may be your laughter. My sour, your sweet. My love, your hate. What do you feel when you feel love? I want to feel your taste, your sex, your hunger, your tears. Perhaps above all, I want to feel what you feel when you feel mine."
— (via orlansky)



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"

What is the difference? I asked him. Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?

One is a choice, and one is not.

"
— Tarryn Fisher (in Mud Vein)



emanuelco:

new york. june, 2014.



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benchandcompass:

summer nights.

benchandcompass:

summer nights.