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  2. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
    Jack Kerouac, On The Road  (via nofatnowhip)
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  4. ironcharlie:

cast iron skillet
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  5. lifeonsundays:

Sit & Read
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  6. birdasaurus:

Hither and Thither
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  8. I am the sea and nobody owns me.
    Pippi Longstocking (1997)
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  9. I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
    Franz Kafka, from a letter to Max Brod  (via handcraftedinvirginia)
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  11. thatkindofwoman:

    If I Were a Carpenter || Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash

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  14. In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty, and to the enormous magnitude of questions asked, and to the answers proposed to these questions. The sweep goes on and on and on so obviously much further than the mind can grasp one hesitates even to go near for fear of getting lost in them and never finding one’s way out.
    Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance 
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