You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4 am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward. It’s shared, so share it more often than not.
Jeff Stuckel (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Reblogged from for emma, forever ago
The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature. It was very far inland that I caught the first smell of the Pacific. When one has been long at sea, the smell of land reaches far out to greet one. And the same is true when one has been long inland. I believe I smelled the sea rocks and the kelp and the excitement of churning sea water, the sharpness of iodine and the under odor of washed and ground calcareous shells. Such a far-off and remembered odor comes subtly so that one does not consciously smell it, but rather an electric excitement is released — a kind of boisterous joy.
John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley (via jamesbrandonoshea)
Reblogged from i am enough.
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
Carson McCullers
(Source: hellanne)
Reblogged from The Coat is Always On.
Slow and Steady
Of Monsters and Men
My Head Is An Animal
Reblogged from Tyler Knott
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
E.E. Cummings
(Source: kitty-en-classe)
Reblogged from for emma, forever ago
The Mountain Is Burning
Johnny Flynn
Been Listening
Johnny Flynn - The Mountain Is Burning
(Source: talda)
Reblogged from for emma, forever ago
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