Life is But a Dream

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hellanne:

by Andrea Cheng
Henceforth I ask not good fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.
Strong and content, I travel the open road. Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road” (via larmoyante)

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blasphemousangel:

my friend took me out for a photo shoot and we went to this beautiful little spot in a park I’d never seen before
winsome-love:

Something quite magical about road-trips. It’s like the earth moves with you and for you; and all the time in the world sits in the palm of your hand.
It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn’t beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me. Jim Carroll, The Basketball Diaries (via larmoyante)

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