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“I’m an optimist but only in a perfect world”

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“… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.”
Charles Bukowski
(me)
She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words.
The Book Thief
How many books had she touched? How many had she felt? She walked over and did it again, this time much slower, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines shone down from a chandelier. Several times, she almost pulled a title from its place but didn't dare disturb them. They were too perfect.
The Book Thief

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Cauliflower Rice Stuffed Peppers! A hearty, healthy plant based meal with only 10 ingredients!
I must not waste what I have left
W.F.
Picnic in Columbia with some cuties.
2016
Alone, Brooklyn, NY, USA. by Karl-Shakur // Instagram
photo by Karl ‘Shakur’ Ndieli (karl-shakur.tumblr.com)

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As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick (via eurydicestudiedenglish)
Hoping 2016 will be the best turn for all of you.
photo by silver-frog.tumblr.com
“Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.” ― Hermann Broch
My surf photography.
Taken on the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
by Nathan Brayshaw (manbeardcamera.tumblr.com)
2014
Created in February 2014, it has now been a year since I made these images. While my style and subject of photography has become more refined in the genre of landscapes, the conceptual, yet very real nature of these curious pieces continues to inspire myself to create photographs of fascination and story telling.
Freddie Ardley Photography
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XLIV
As a drunk fumbles with keys coming home to his own front door so I try to scribe versus after my mind so long barred
Thick fingers molest cold steel as I stab at fat brass knobs making marks on the door, but still the lock is not turning
Countless times I wrote with ease and your heart opened with words but now this door seems so strange this lock tricked, this key too dull
Fumbling I curse - sure you'll hear from inside - jarring it - then I, sway in front of you spitting dull apologies
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturned love, But now I think there is no unreturned love, the pay is certain one way or another. (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not returned. Yet out of that I have written these songs)
Walt Whitman