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Iceland | by: { Kiana McCourt }
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

Vincent van Gogh (via primrues)

Iceland | by: { Kiana McCourt }

Hippie vibes

The edge of a spring. Gorgeous clear water, contrasting against muddy river water. 

Modern Baseball | Your Graduation.
the cloudy sensations of lips and fingertips
that i got on long midsummer nights with you,
reminded me why i woke up.
the vanilla softness of your bare skin on mine,
of vapor running along my veins,
of steam surrounding my bones,
made me grateful for my time here.
there are remnants of chipped white paint
where my soul used to be,
illusions of company
where you once laid beside me.
there’s a distant echo in the back of my mind
where your voice used to whisper sweet nothings
into my ears, gently, delicately,
like i was a library
and you were all my books.

mirages (via gwegg)


Lower Oneonta Falls (by John Carleton)

The Moon Bay by Fake dreamer on Flickr.