Anonymous said: You know... I was very young and very jaded when I knew you. To be perfectly honest, I wish we'd had sex. Really hard, passionate, loud sex. I'd like to think we might have even almost talked about it once, but oh well. It's a nice fantasy to have filed away in my brain.

I don’t like sex. 

Ta Prohm Temple, Cambodia

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ecocides:

Jiuzhaigou Valley, Sichuan, China | image by Melinda ^..^ 

ecocides:

Jiuzhaigou Valley, Sichuan, China | image by Melinda ^..^ 

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malformalady:

Saint Anne Chapel in Normandy France. The chapel lies within the hollow trunk of a yew tree(1000-1300 years old) in the cemetery at  La Haye-de-Routot village in the Brotonne Regional Park.

malformalady:

Saint Anne Chapel in Normandy France. The chapel lies within the hollow trunk of a yew tree(1000-1300 years old) in the cemetery at La Haye-de-Routot village in the Brotonne Regional Park.

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divine-destiny:

or just replace it all with cannabis :3

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nasmonasmo:

“And if they don’t realize what they’re doing, who knows where it will all end.”
Zhuangzi, The Inner Chapters
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nasmonasmo:

“And if they don’t realize what they’re doing, who knows where it will all end.”

Zhuangzi, The Inner Chapters

http://bit.ly/Ikxi6q

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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Margaret Atwood (via pavorst)

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She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.
Albert Camus (via pavorst)

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