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Teenagers, California 1970s. Photo by Nacio Jan Brown


She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?



Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)


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"If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson (via mattchewie)

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"Be so busy loving your life that you have no time for hate, regret or fear."

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"My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been

- Michelle K., First Love. (via michellekpoems)

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