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“I’d never photographed a wedding where there were no lights. No grandeur, nothing more than just what it was. The simplicity—that was the beauty.”

(Denis Reggie - Kennedy Wedding Photographer)

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Almost Famous (2000) directed by Cameron Crowe 

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Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart; a little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes…

Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mrs. Samuel Bowles, c. December 1858 (via letsmeetinourdreams)

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I shall take my morning tea with the birds, the trees and the bumbling bees.

Flora Turrill, Old Meg’s Cottage, A Country Diary (via oldmegscottage)

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This is what young boys need. Important. I’m crying :)

About 150 male students, ages 11 to 13, signed up for the Breakfast with Dads event, which was held on Dec.14, 2017, but Kristina Dove, the senior partner relations manager at Big Thought, a youth development nonprofit, wasn’t sure if every student would have a father present during the program.

She immediately jumped into action, using social media to call for volunteers for the event.  

And on the day of the program, event organizers were overcome with emotion when 600 men showed up to support their students.

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A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, or all three together, is good medicine.

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via wordsnquotes)

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People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Complete Prose Collection; “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via briqou)

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

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The longing to touch/be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.

Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980 (via briqou)