(Source: sharpmachine)
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(Source: crystilogic, via seafeel)
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
Oscar Wilde
(Source: kalmiacedar, via moldavia)
"… just the bare bones of a name, all rock and ice and storm and abyss. It makes no attempt to sound human. It is atoms and stars. It has the nakedness of the world before the first man – or of the cindered planet after the last."
Fosco Maraini, describing K2
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(Source: hyang-gi, via conspiranoir)
"…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’"
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
(Source: shesanargonaut)
"I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love."
Charles Bukowski
(Source: lunaoki)
