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I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
Andrea Gibson, Slip your mind (via n-ode)
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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
Edward Abbey (via hikeblr)
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Folk to Folk: On Seeger's definition of "folk"...
“Neither folk heroes nor folk songs were truly at the core of [Seeger’s] cultural project. Unlike most folk advocates, he was not fundamentally concerned with preserving or reclaiming outmoded cultural products. At no point in his career did he show sustained interest in doing fieldwork to…
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I am in love with love
and love is in love with me.
My body is in love with the soul
and the soul is in love with my body.
I opened my arms to love
and love embraced me like a lover.
Rumi (via thenocturnals)
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