The first and last pages of Mark Twain’s handwritten manuscript of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
(Source: UC’s Mark Twain Project, which aims to produce a fully annotated, digital edition of everything Mark Twain wrote.)
(via thenearsightedmonkey)
Every time I look up
Anymore
There’s a full moonI’m starting to think
Life is written on paper
VeinsI drown every night
In fields of tall grass
And ink
Those nights…
Names were
Lost in blooming
Petals and smoke
Clouds, oftenBoys don’t notice the
Details, darling
All we hold is the present,
Cascading grains,
That sand…Leave me resting
—Zen saying (via cosmofilius)
(Source: tathata, via wordslessspoken)
pan fried tofu, fettucine with mushroom sauce and sautéed broccoli, tomato slice, and sautéed asparagus with garlic, salt, and pepper
(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via wordslessspoken)
Mist in a Winter Forest By MyOakForest
(via intothewildfire)
I’m tired but my eyes,
Won’t seem to loosen up,
I wish I saw the sky
I wish the world saw love
If they saw the word
More often they would find,
That happiness is purely gold,
but hidden in a mine.
To search for it
Takes length and time
To wonder and incline
But late at night, I think alone, and question in my mind
If God can see
The good in me
And where my heart resides
With water, trees, and the summer breeze
And my lover bee who’s mine
-Sammy
No.. I’m honored!
The corrupt life we live
Life is too short for us to keep important words, for example, ‘I love you’, locked in our hearts. - Paulo Coelho
I love you.
I love you because all the loves in the world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake, where they meet and are transformed into a single love that becomes rain and blesses the earth.
I love you like a river that creates the right conditions for trees and bushes and flowers to flourish along its banks. I love you like a river that gives water to the thirsty and takes people where they want to go.
I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows. I love you because we are all born in the same place, at the same source, which keeps us provided with a constant supply of water. And so, when we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little. The spring returns, and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.
I love you like a river that begins as a solitary trickle in the mountains and gradually grows and joins other rivers until, after a certain point, it can flow around any obstacle in order to get where it wants.
I receive your love and I give you mine. Not the love of a man for a woman, not the love of a father for a child, not the love of God for his creatures, but a love with no name and no explanation, like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course but simply flows onward. A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return; it is simply there.
I will never be yours, and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you, I love you,
I love you.
—Paulo Coelho (The Aleph)
(Source: maieruchan)
