Elephant rock in Joshua National Park

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand
And rivers that ran through ev’ry day
I must have been mad
I never knew what I had
Until I threw it all away
- B. Dylan, I threw it all awauy

Serendipity

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yoga

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Robert Sturman photography

yellow bus

These eyes are cryin’
These eyes have seen a lot of loves
But their never gonna see another one like I had with you

- Guess Who, These Eyes

queercontemporaryart:

Robert Mapplethorpe
Lisa Lyon, 1980

queercontemporaryart:

Robert Mapplethorpe

Lisa Lyon, 1980

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Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
Yousuf Karsh   (via alecshao)

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I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: or, Life in the Woods (via liquidnight)
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“Start some big foolish project like Noah.”   - Rumi