“I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this: but I will.”— Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Arthur Delahaye written c. May 1873
“When I’m surrounded by nature, I’m surrounded by love. How can you look at how the wind whistles through the leaves and not be in awe? How can you watch the Sun sink deep into the horizon and not see it full of tenderness?”— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)
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