We wake up, we move on. No state is our state forever. All is fleeting.
Welcome to Night Vale | Lazy Day (via dailynightvale)
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you cannot expect me to be tender
One day we won’t be so far apart anymore
When I would re-create myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter as a sacred place, a Sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.
Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1851 (via spoken-with-emotion)
I never really left
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