awkwardsituationist:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.

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3 weeks ago
typeverything: Typeverything.com - Moonshine Corn Liquor by Derrick Castle

typeverything:

Typeverything.com - Moonshine Corn Liquor by Derrick Castle

1 month ago
typeverything: Typeverything.com - Chloe Allen Neck of the Woods Project

typeverything:

Typeverything.com - Chloe Allen Neck of the Woods Project

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1 month ago
Mia and Vincent… Perfect couple<3

Mia and Vincent… Perfect couple<3

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1 month ago

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3 months ago
thehystericalsociety: William Butler Yeats, 1911 (Via) He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven “Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” W.B. Yeats

thehystericalsociety:

William Butler Yeats, 1911 (Via)

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

“Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

W.B. Yeats

3 months ago
Where I want mine, but like two more inches toward the center

Where I want mine, but like two more inches toward the center

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3 months ago
”

I think about your thighs,” she wrote in the second letter, “and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.

Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved 

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3 months ago
“He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise” -William Blake

“He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sun rise”

-William Blake

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4 months ago