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I love it when my trouble maker looks up at me like this!
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Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
—A. A. Milne (via theriverjordyn)
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An oar moves a boat by entering what lies outside it. A poem, like an oar, extends inner life into the waters of story and things, of language and music. There we in turn are changed, moved by the encounter’s supporting buoyancy, and also its useful resistance.
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City and Colour
—The Girl
The Girl | City and Colour
If you were to leave, fulfill someone elses dreams… I think I might totally be lost.
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