May 2013
…which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as...
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Back to the forest, to the wheat fields, to the river, to the ocean. I go where...
– N. Y. (via endlesslyfascinating)
Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for
– Tennessee Williams, Camino Real
Why should we postpone our joy to another world? Thousands of people take great...
– Robert Green Ingersoll (via la-brancaro)
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