Boarders and Passages

finding definition and trancendance in the beauty and expression of the world we share.

Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via perfect)

Holy shit holy fucking shit this hits

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My kind of religion. Happy Easter.

My kind of religion. Happy Easter.

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but I’ll tell you what hermits realize. if you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything Alan Watts (via l1woolf)

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