Faithless is he who say farewell when the road darkens.
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| — | J.R.R Tolkien (via dylanbrightbill) |
They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.
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| — | Donald Miller |
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Another year of college down, another summer of working at the wood shop. It’s gonna be good one. It’s only been three days of being back in Mass and I miss the burg. Who’d have thought that would happen. No more cigarettes on the back porch of the White Hart, no more crazy shenanigans at the the house, no more Greenfield, what am I going to do with my time. On the bright side, I’m sitting in the shade drinking a cup of coffee made from White Hart beans and enjoying the beautiful weather. I’m thinking a bike ride to the pond is in store after the Mother’s Day celebrations. You know, chain smoking till the pack is gone, reading a good book, all while soaking in the rest of the sunday.
