Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via freedomoftheforest)

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National Geographic1972

electripipedream:

National Geographic
1972

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And he walked out onto the porch clutching his coffee tightly in one wrinkled hand and hers in the other. And there on the porch she sat. And as the sun began its slow descent onto the horizon. And the shadows had grown deep and nebulous. And all the wine had been drank. And all the stuff had been smoked. And there she sat with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair like he’d always imagined. And he knew that his heart would never ache. And he knew that the sun would set. And that it mattered not if tomorrow would follow today. And if the shadows grew deeper and swallowed the Earth. And if the moon fell. And if the sun never climbed the horizon in the morning. And it mattered not that the road here was windy and treacherous. And it mattered not that the road ahead was uncertain and had not been ventured before.

For in that moment it was him and her. In that moment he handed her the cup of coffee in his left hand and sat beside her. The looked out and watched the sun dip slowly bellow the horizon. The warmth began to leave the air and the chill of night began to tickle his face. The trees had grown still and the world seemed to stop for a moment. In that twilight moment it didn’t matter that she hadn’t seen the sunrise with him or if they’d be able to watch it set the next day.

I guess sitting there enjoying the strange quiet of twilight he realized the great truth of life. You should enjoy the little moments. People ask for grand permanent monuments to themselves. They ask for big memorable gestures. They shout into the oblivion hoping the echo will give them immortality. However the echo will fade and the gestures will be forgotten and the monuments will crumble. So enjoy the little gestures and whisper in the ear of a companion. For true joy lies in little and ultimately intensely private moments. Enjoy the way your new shampoo smells when you first put it in your hair and enjoy the quiet and still moments when you wake up right before your alarm and enjoy driving alone in soft summer rain. 

And he did enjoy the the quiet and still and beautiful twilight. He enjoyed the bitter taste of the coffee. He looked at her and she looked at him and he enjoyed the gentle eye contact. For in that moment he knew their love was not a shout into the oblivion but a barely audible whisper into their own ears. It was a soft smile and a muffled giggle. It was the gentle way she touched his hand and the way he breathed her name into the air. 

As the sky lost its last bit of color he got up to go inside and she did the same. He may not have always loved her and he may not always love her but he loved her then and that was his quiet and private moment.


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some kid slapped together a top-10 anime video in windows movie maker and it just sat around on youtube until arriving at its karmic destiny of upsetting kanye west

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some kid slapped together a top-10 anime video in windows movie maker and it just sat around on youtube until arriving at its karmic destiny of upsetting kanye west

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replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less


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This is my favorite motherfucking thing about getting closer to Halloween every FUCKING YEAR

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Audrey Hepburn at a party honouring her return to London after the filming of Roman Holiday, 1953.
Audrey Hepburn at a party honouring her return to London after the filming of Roman Holiday, 1953.
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Ernest Hemingway by Robert Capa, 1937

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Ernest Hemingway by Robert Capa, 1937

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I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
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