lonehands:

To be surrounded by strangers. To exist anonymously among people busy scraping through their own lives: lost in thought, waiting for their coffee to cool, making soft remarks and small movements. They gently rest their souls on the backs of chairs alongside their sweaters, and I smile faintly - apart from them and one of them.

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~   Unknown (via maddierose)
s-lc:

absolutely 100% ace
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Tobacco and coffee
Read out loud to me 
Together we are pink dust
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Bonfires and paper roses 
Sparklers and salt water
We are grit
We are flesh
Let us rest in sand for ages


Photo taken by a dear friend of mine, Todd Pelan, on our recent trip down the Oregon Coast.
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Adam Wiseman
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Canvas  by  andbamnan