May 2012
53 posts
Most people never run far enough on their first wind to realise they’ve got a...
– William James (via styleandsubstance)
The past is never where you think you left it.
– Katherine Anne Porter (via ruineshumaines)
Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it...
– Garrison Keillor, Leaving Home (via thoughtsdetained)
To her they are always red hills,
even buried in snow.
She hears the earth...
– Kateri Kosek, A Black Bird with Snow-Covered Red Hills. (Painting by Georgia O’Keeffe)
It’s not that I wait for you, it’s that my arms are doors I cannot close.
– Derrick Brown (via abstraktum)