'Can we take the long way home?'
Jason F. Wright, from The Cross Gardener (via the-final-sentence)
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
Sophia Dembling - The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World  (via dianekrugers)
sanborncanoecompany:

Tigger Lake. Fall starts earlier in Alaska. #ScoutForth folks. Photo by @briiisus

sanborncanoecompany:

Tigger Lake. Fall starts earlier in Alaska. #ScoutForth folks. Photo by @briiisus

pinkrabbitfoot:

July 11th 2003 - Noon 

I love June Carter, I do. Yes I do. I love June Carter I do. And she loves me. But now she’s an angel and I’m not. Now she’s an angel and I’m not.

Johnny Cash would write love letters to June throughout their years together. This is the last letter Johnny Cash ever wrote to June, who had died nearly two months before. Johnny died two months after this letter was written. True love. 

I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.
—  Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via peripherythings)
You can’t rush something you want to last forever.
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