let me sing you a waltz

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So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for. Andrea Gibson, Evolution (via serenehorizons)

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In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused. Ernest Hemingway (I just love those gorgeous, endless sentences.)

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melseachiller: Afternoon Tea Party for my friend Sallie’s Birthday!

melseachiller: Afternoon Tea Party for my friend Sallie’s Birthday!

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pemberton: I once participated in the hipster movement of 2011—for one day.

pemberton: I once participated in the hipster movement of 2011—for one day.