It’s the same story the crow told me; it’s the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
“Uncle John’s Band” by Grateful Dead (via sixsevenkate)

Picture yourself when you were five. in fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. she’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.
Kris Carr (via bluegrassbelle)

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bluegrassbelle:

andthenitsperfect:

i love this place. (from poor richards bookstore: frankfort, ky)

Proud Kentuckian :)

bluegrassbelle:

andthenitsperfect:

i love this place. (from poor richards bookstore: frankfort, ky)

Proud Kentuckian :)


There are only three real sports: bull-fighting, car racing, and mountain climbing. All the others are mere games.
Ernest Hemingway (via climbsme)

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Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
John Muir, outdoorsman and early conservationist (via climbsme)

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bluegrassbelle:

“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back to whence we came.”
John F. Kennedy

bluegrassbelle:

“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back to whence we came.”

John F. Kennedy


When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via true-grit)

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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ireney-k)

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Women of all looks, shapes, sizes, everything, if they recognize how beautiful they are—because they all are—then they carry it that way. And you can see that. Confidence is reflected in how they walk and how they dress and how they speak and how they carry themselves. It’s just amazing. And that can turn anybody’s head pretty quick, especially mine.
Scott Avett   (via yurmanandbourbon)

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What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Helen Keller (via hwilla)

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