onceuponawildflower:

dream home.

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"A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up."

Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via fuckyeahbeatniks) (via talkwordytome)

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"Glaciers move in tides.
So do mountains.
So do all things."

John Muir, Letters from Alaska (via awelltraveledwoman)

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Angus & Julia Stone – Big Jet Plane (acoustic) (76,737 plays)

I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies
She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy

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"The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you.."

Take Me To Church (via tumsperks)

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nprmusic:

Daniel Bachman's “Coming Home” is an ode to being “slow, exhausted, defeated,” filmed here in a church sanctuary. 

Watch it here and on All Songs TV

"Please hear me, Girl: The world has enough women who know how to do their hair. It needs women who know how to do hard and holy things."

Ann Voskamp (via awelltraveledwoman)

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smallandtinyhomeideas:

Broadhurst Architects | hat tip tinyhouseswoon

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"

I am always moving towards you.

On my bad days, I say to myself: “then you”.
Sure, this now. But then you.

I will keep tossing myself life lines.
I will keep writing myself afloat
until I don’t have to write a poem for every mile marker
from here to California.

You and I together is the most foolish thing
I’ve ever hoped for. You and I apart is more foolish.

When I can’t sleep at night, I dream up
conversations with you. I never call. I never push.
I try not to whine. I just write it all down.

Sometimes I want to apologize for wanting you out loud,
like too many people know the reasons
I am going to have laugh lines.

Sometimes instead of distanced pillow talk,
I want to curl up with the phone
and read you poetry.

Instead, we just talk about it.

You say, “honey, how was your day?”
And I say, “today I wrote another poem
about your coffee cup mouth
and all the ways you still keep me up at night.”

I hear a sigh in your smile.
You make a sound that reminds me of
fighting with my bags at the airport;
but you’re still too far away.

"

"Laugh Lines" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

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