“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.”
—Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (via prettypeachpeonies)
June 2013
“I want to fill my mouth with your name.”
—Pablo Neruda (via allegorys)
I now have Instagram :)
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I hate it when people get judgmental because I don't breast feed.
I tried, it didn’t work out. That doesn’t make me a terrible mother!!!
“Don’t explain. People only hear what they want to hear.”
—Paul Coelho (via 8-fabulous-homes)
Francis
Coeur de pirate
Coeur de Pirate, Francis
Francis, tu as tant de chose à dire
Mais le tout reste enfermer
Et quand tu ne sais plus quoi dire
Tu te mets à pleurer
Mais ça ton publique le voit pas
Tu l’incites à rêver, pendant que toi tu le regarde
That’s the first and last time I bother making you a Father’s Day card you ungrateful prick. Arrrrrrrrrgh!
“Sometimes I want less,
less clothing and less waiting,
less words and less space.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
less clothing and less waiting,
less words and less space.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”
—Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via larmoyante)
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