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• Go Ⓥegan •

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go vegan  ॐ

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Please ditch dairy. Every baby deserves the chance to feel this. Motherly love. ❤️

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Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I wonder whether I’ve lived at all. Is it the same for everybody? Do some people have a greater talent for living than others or do some people never live, but just exist?
— Autumn Sonata (1978), Ingmar Bergman
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Alex Bailey | @alexbaileypdx

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my name is cow
and wen she sits
benethe the stall
withe tiny kit

I hav no hands
withe which to pat
I use mye tung
I lik the cat

my name is cat
and with tha kit
In front of stall
we lyk to sit

I feel her tongue
I say meow
I have a fren
Her name is cow

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I make myself rich by making my wants few.
— Henry David Thoreau (via quotemadness)
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Henry David Thoreau | Elevating Ourselves: Thoreau on Mountains | 1999

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Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.
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A fragment of Scriabin’s Piano Sonata No.7, Op.64.  

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Jill Freedman, From Fiddler’s Light, 1974.

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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Friedrich Nietzsche  (via iopanosiris)
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. Eliot
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