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sandals, sunsets, snowflakes, and seashells.
windows into my soul
"   I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.   "
A.G.  (via harrisonjamielea)

(Source: attractionns, via serenegold)


When I wake in the morning, my mind slowly gathers, and I begin to move, the early morning light just starting to seep in.

I have a glass of water, start the coffee, then meditate. Then I enjoy the coffee, a good book, and the quiet before the dust and din and steam of the day begins. Then I write.

This is my Lovely Morning, and I get an inordinate amount of pleasure from it.

Leo Babauta of zenhabits

I fear growing old… not because of wrinkles, loss of hearing, or grey hair… not even because of death. I fear growing old for the loss of passion and an inspired life. I fear the world and its dollars will imprison me, rob me of my rights. I fear being beaten until I am broken, becoming the adults that surround me, only existing, void of light.