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4619I couldn’t live where there were no trees— something vital in me would starve.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams (via rabbitinthemoon)
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Nobody really owns anything. We give back our bodies at the end of our lives. We own our thoughts, but everything else is just borrowed. We use it for a while, then pass it on. Everything. We borrow the sun that shines on us today from the people on the other side of the world while they borrow the moon from us. Then we give it back. We can’t keep the sun, no matter how afraid we are of the dark. We borrow our food. What we eat becomes fertilizer that goes back into the earth and gets turned back into food. Everything is borrowed. Once I realized that, I stopped worrying about how I would survive. I didn’t need to have anything, I just needed to borrow.
No ordinary day, Deborah Ellis (via redwoodcollective)
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I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via hobbitology)
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Olga Kostina decorated her village house in Russia with 30,000 plastic bottle caps! Unreal!
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