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at Coast and Company

at Coast and Company

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#vsco #coastandcompany #cafe (at Coast and Company)

#vsco #coastandcompany #cafe (at Coast and Company)

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grantharder:

China. So much China. Songzanlin Monastery. Yunnan Province, 2012

grantharder:

China. So much China. Songzanlin Monastery. Yunnan Province, 2012

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Fire Heart | .Axis.

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Kings of Convenience - Renegade

I’m letting go
To see if you’ll hold on to me
I’m in doubt
Of what is thought and what is real

In our room
Between the shapes I thought I knew
A guillotine
A pillow with feathers like snow

I’ve come
To a listening post beyond your lines
I’m all ears
To gather clues and look for signs

But I can’t hear
The song you sing while you try to soothe
Why are you whispering
While the bombs are falling?

Go easy on me
I can’t help what I’m doing
Go easy on me
Oh, I can’t help what I’m doing

Hello again
I buried you, where have you been?
My renegade
You came back from the labyrinth

Unlike me
You’ve looked for things that could be found
And the thread
That guides through black times

Go easy on me
I can’t help what I’m doing
Go easy on me
Oh, I can’t help what I’m doing

When thoughts
Had outnumbered spoken words
In the early hours
We failed to establish
Who was hurt
Most

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japanloverme:

Studio Ghibli films = ♥♥♥

Art by our resident illustrator, Little Miss Paintbrush ♥

Which ones are your favorites? ^^

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devidsketchbook:

Extraordinary photos of young hitchhikers and freight train hoppers by Mike Brodie

Mike Brodie (tumblr | facebook) first began photographing in 2004 when he was given a Polaroid camera. Working under the moniker, The Polaroid Kidd, Brodie spent the next four years circumambulating the U.S. amassing an archive of photographs that would go on to make up one of the few, true collections of American travel photography. Having never undergone any formal training, he chose to remained untethered to the pressures and expectations of the art market.

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Snowshoe to Otter Creek

I’m mapping this new year’s vanishings:
lover, yellow house, the knowledge of surfaces.
This is not a story of return.
There are times I wish I could erase
the mind’s lucidity, the difficulty of Sundays,
my fervor to be touched
by a woman two Februarys gone. What brings the body
back, grieved and cloven, tromping these woods
with nothing to confide in? New snow reassumes
the circleting trees, the bridge above the creek
where I stand like a stranger to my life.
There is no single moment of loss, there is
an amassing. The disbeliever sleeps at an angle
in the bed. The orchard is a graveyard.
Is this the real end? Someone shoveling her way out
with cold intention? Someone naming her missing?

- Stacie Cassarino

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lohrien:

Illustrations by Catia Chien

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Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
Andrew Boyd

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Where Manhattan’s Payphones Go To Die (by Dave Bledsoe via Gothamist)

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I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.
Salvador Plascensia

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排排坐吃便當 (by 狐狸大哥)

排排坐吃便當 (by 狐狸大哥)

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(via Cool Hunting)

(via Cool Hunting)