Going the Distance | Edwin van Nuil
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16 Sep 14 at 8 pm

"Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration."

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"Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration."
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16 Sep 14 at 8 pm

septemberwildflowers:

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say: it is well, it is well with my soul. | instagram

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septemberwildflowers:

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say: it is well, it is well with my soul. | instagram
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16 Sep 14 at 8 pm

seaweedbraens:

the mark of athena quotes

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16 Sep 14 at 8 pm

Andrea Gibson  (via wordsnquotes)

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"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."

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eartheld:

mostly nature

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eartheld:

mostly nature
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16 Sep 14 at 4 pm

paradisdesbilles:

Royal!Emma AU verse [7/?]

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moonandtrees:

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silver phoenix // S.M. (via emilysgilmores)

"

You die at seventeen
in your first love’s arms
and find it cruel that
in this world, Shakespeare
takes Juliet first.

You die at seventeen
and learn that there is no
epilogue after page 11,305
because there are no words
to be said from the mute.

You die at seventeen
and involuntarily fill your lungs
with tight packed dirt until
you are no longer breathing
air but earth.

You die at seventeen
and your roots grow from both
ends and when you start
to rot at the core, they cut
you back down to the stem.

You die at seventeen
because Shakespeare takes
Juliet first, so you plant
your own seeds and labor
yourself into birth.

"