thirtymilesout:

Break A Heart Road

Stagecoach, Nevada

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heartcountry:

“What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?”

— Tennessee Williams, Orpheus Descending  (via letters-to-nobody)

coffeepeople:

we should talk more about how every decision you make as an adult leaves you with the same sensation you got at a friend’s house the morning after a sleepover when you’re the first to wake up. It’s dreadful and a homesickness and loneliness and you want your cups and you want your comforter and it’s just you on your own trying to get through.

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lizormianillustration:

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

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memoryslandscape:

“My heart was attached to the firewood. It was wrapped first in kindle, thread, rosemary, then burned as tinder. I asked myself how I had lived racing toward an end that would always end in fire.”

— Tina Chang, from “Burning,” Orion Magazine (vol. 39, no. 2, Summer 2020)

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btterflyarchive:

cyberxbattalion:

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