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Model: 73 Volkswagen Westfalia 

Location: Canada

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denise loves toting flowers from the market in her @madewell1937 transport tote! #totewell (at Flower Girl)

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Man surprises me most about humanity. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.
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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

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It’s incredible how much I didn’t understand why my mother constantly read this book to me as a child until I was an adult.

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I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
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Address book of artist, Hannah Höch [1917-1978]

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Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

William Shakespeare (via tocamelot)

Wise words, Cassius.

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Cruising Moab’s Slickrock Trail as sunset approaches.

Photo: iRunFar/Bryon Powell

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