I have a childish hope to gather all I love together and sit down beside and smile.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Bowles written c. January 1858 (via violentwavesofemotion)“I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.”— Jack Kerouac
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