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strumpetocracy:

She’s my hero.

strumpetocracy:

She’s my hero.

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

Isaac Asimov

(via weedbrain)

What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild Iris blooms
by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?

Rumi

(via jesoutiensque)

When it snowed, she would be part of it, falling softly to earth, rising up again with the snow’s evaporation. When it rained, she would be there in the spectral arch that spanned from firth to ground. She would help to wreathe the fields in mists, and yet would always be transparent to the stars. She would live forever.
Michael Faber (via thatlitsite)