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I feel as tall as you
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“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 4 (via lilysofthefield) -
When we’re younger were in such a hurry to get somewhere bigger and better and grow up. I remember sitting in elementary school and wishing I could fall asleep and wake up and be a senior in high school. And now, with 2 months of my high school career left, it feels as if that has actually happened. Time moves so fast and slows down for no one and no thing. We all keep telling each other we’re so ready to get out of this town and away from these people but I don’t think it’s the people that we’re anxious to get away from. I think it’s the structure, limitations and labels the past 12 years of school have put on us. Now, just like when we were little, we’re in a hurry to taste that freedom and create our own bigger, better lives beyond all this.
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Lilys of the Field: We sit underneath the pale moonlight, counting the stars and tossing... We sit underneath the pale
moonlight, counting the stars
and tossing wishes up like
pebbles into an ocean —
casting out our wants
like fishing line, hoping
to catch something, to bring
back some sort of meaning
to the shore we live on,
and we’re waiting for something
good and pure to… -
I want to paint a picture
of a lake, nestled between
the mountains, capturing
Mother Nature’s beauty
in her purest form.
I can only see it
when I close my eyes:
a cabin lit with oil lanterns,
a stack of chopped wood
as tall as its side and
a garden growing in the back.
I can hear midnight’s sounds
and lovers laughter
wafting from beneath
the front door.
That’s where you sense
all is right in the world,
captured on a canvas
of daydreams and
you and me. -
(via 1c2ameron3)
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Overwhelmed by nostalgia. Give me warm sunshine ☀
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I woke up this morning with high hopes of sunshine and green leaves only to find myself utterly disgusted by the bitter blizzard outside. But as the day goes on and I disregard the date more and more, I find myself now mesmerized by the pure beauty of the snowfall as I first was in December.
Beauty is not something created or found it is something infinitely existent right in front of you just waiting to be appreciated with an open mind…
