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❝ And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. ❞
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• [ The Unwritten Rule ] • on Flickr.

We’ve been fed a reflection so often that we’ve come to define it as perfection and forget that even the smallest touch can distort it all.
So we don’t touch. We don’t go. We don’t see.
We hide behind this subconscious fear of ruining something that we simultaneously believe is flawless.
“Illogical,” you say, but our hearts know the truth.
We were made for something more than this.
#sweeterpoetry
To Be A Song; poem 63
|| #patagoniaisbest ||


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• [ The Unwritten Rule ] • on Flickr.We’ve been fed a reflection so often that we’ve come to define it as perfection and forget that even the smallest touch can distort it all.
So we don’t touch. We don’t go. We don’t see.
We hide behind this subconscious fear of ruining something that we simultaneously believe is flawless.
“Illogical,” you say, but our hearts know the truth.
We were made for something more than this.
#sweeterpoetry
To Be A Song; poem 63
|| #patagoniaisbest ||

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winterfellis:

untitled by Annija Muižule on Flickr.

Take me here?


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winterfellis:

untitled by Annija Muižule on Flickr.

Take me here?

• [ We Were Never Normal ] •
And when we are old, they will say we went places. That we did things, explored, and made memories. They might even remember some of our stories.
Maybe.
If they don’t, that’s okay. I’ve enjoyed every moment. Especially the ones with you.
#sweeterpoetry
Unwritten, Unsent; poem 51
|| #patagoniaisbest ||


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• [ We Were Never Normal ] •
And when we are old, they will say we went places. That we did things, explored, and made memories. They might even remember some of our stories.
Maybe.
If they don’t, that’s okay. I’ve enjoyed every moment. Especially the ones with you.
#sweeterpoetry
Unwritten, Unsent; poem 51
|| #patagoniaisbest ||
itislikelightning:

INDIVIDUAL

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❝ It is both a burden and a blessing, to feel everything as deeply as i do. ❞

Della Hicks-Wilson (via thatkindofwoman)

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untitled by SailingUniverses on Flickr.


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• [ The Marble Caves ] • on Flickr.

I used to fear my dreams. I would refuse to share them and almost not even admit them to myself.
But then I learned to chase them. And I found the dearest friends to run after them with me and remind me to never stop hoping.

That, for me, is this moment.
For when you help someone else realize their dreams, you notice that maybe, all along, it was them helping you realize yours
#sweeterpoetry
Hummingbird Pulse; poem 50
|| #patagoniaisbest ||


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• [ The Marble Caves ] • on Flickr.
I used to fear my dreams. I would refuse to share them and almost not even admit them to myself. But then I learned to chase them. And I found the dearest friends to run after them with me and remind me to never stop hoping. That, for me, is this moment. For when you help someone else realize their dreams, you notice that maybe, all along, it was them helping you realize yours #sweeterpoetry Hummingbird Pulse; poem 50 || #patagoniaisbest ||

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• [ The Resistance ] • on Flickr.

I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve, but its heaviness wore holes in all my pockets.
It seemed like a good idea at first, hiding everything away. But you see, I couldn’t do so for long.
The weight would become too much to bear and my heart would fall and sometimes I would trip over it.
I would trip over my own heart, grinding doubt into the places where dreams had leaked out and stained the road red.
No more.
No more will I hide my heart away. I will hold my dreams in trembling hands; that nobody may trod on them again.
#sweeterpoetry
Hummingbird Pulse; poem 49


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• [ The Resistance ] • on Flickr.
I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve, but its heaviness wore holes in all my pockets. It seemed like a good idea at first, hiding everything away. But you see, I couldn’t do so for long. The weight would become too much to bear and my heart would fall and sometimes I would trip over it. I would trip over my own heart, grinding doubt into the places where dreams had leaked out and stained the road red. No more. No more will I hide my heart away. I will hold my dreams in trembling hands; that nobody may trod on them again. #sweeterpoetry Hummingbird Pulse; poem 49

greyandblak:

Finally made it to the legendary Vance Creek Bridge


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greyandblak:

Finally made it to the legendary Vance Creek Bridge