Wander here a whole summer, if you can. Thousands of God’s wild blessings will search you and soak you as if you were a sponge, and the big days will go by uncounted. John Muir (via gillianstevens)
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The grass withers and the flowers fade but the word of our God endures forever.
Isaiah 40:8 KJV (via gillianstevens)
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You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again. Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via psych-facts)
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