englishsnow:

 kevin russ

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gypsylolita:

Lake house porch (photo by scott w.h. young)

gypsylolita:

Lake house porch (photo by scott w.h. young)

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"If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph."

Unknown   (via beautise)

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"Instead of writing,
I would rather be saying
all these words to you."

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson  (via thatkindofwoman)

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strandbooks:

Postcard found in a book.

Darling, I am probably now more mixed up than before.

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http://oupacademic.tumblr.com/post/83439129851/helen-tartar

"People may think you’re crazy, but you spend all your life making it so that other people will have written a book. Or, as the thought has come down into my own statements about my work: to give voice to others, keeping none for yourself. What I myself took from that previous generation was this thought: in my own life as a functioning organic individual, I am dependent at every moment on myriad unacknowledged social dynamics—someone I don’t know made the pencil (yes, I’m that old-fashioned) with which I am drafting this forward; someone made the clothes that I am wearing; someone picks up my garbage—and so an honourable way to live my life, in acknowledgement and gratitude to those people, however anonymous is to offer my own efforts and work in a similar way."

—Helen Tartar, 1951-2014. Editorial Director, Fordham University Press.

From the forward to Editors, Scholars, and the Social Text, University of Toronto Press, edited by Darcy Cullen.

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thelifeguardlibrarian:

"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."—John Muir was born on this in 1838

thelifeguardlibrarian:

"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."—John Muir was born on this in 1838

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"I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it."

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