bridgepidge:

| ♕ |  Macclesfield townsquare, England  | by © pruginko | via ysvoice

This looks like a scene of a movie I’d enjoy staring in.

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Islande-112.jpg (by Pole Est)

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allthingseurope:

Nájera, La Rioja, Spain (by byb64)

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nearlya:

Miquel Wert, Inner Scene, oil and charcoal on canvas, 2005

I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this. It must have been  long time ago. Or has it? It’s a blur. To love, it feels nothing but good. That’s all I wat to do, but we all know that’s a lie. I seek so much more than that. I live to feel, yet I want to run from it. That last part was a lie. Probably one of the worst lies I’ve ever told. I live to feel. It’s a rush. Never could I run from it, and never would I want to. This is the shit I need, but don’t know what to do with. Why must things affect me so? I’m curious. Not about that, because I know the answer. What I want to know is what he has to offer me.

Ray LaMontagne-Burn