A lover of many things, but mostly the power of mother nature, adventurin', snugglin', and good tunes.
Henry David Thoreau is my guide. Follow my nature blog and learn about my work: newoods
25//New England
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This goes for everyone from anywhere in the world. Let’s see how many people we can unite for the Bern.
petekeyfromyesterday
So I was doing Transcendentalism homework when I read this part of The American Scholar by Ralph Waldo Emerson:
“But suddenly, without observation, the selfsame thing unfurls beautiful wings, and is an angel of wisdom. So is there no fact, no event, in our private history, which shall not, sooner or later, lose its adhesive, inert form, and astonish us by soaring from our body into the empyrean. Cradle and infancy, school and playground, the fear of boys, and dogs, and ferules, the love of little maids and berries, and many another fact that once filled the whole sky, are gone already; friend and relative, profession and party, town and country, nation and world, must also soar and sing.”
and it actually made me get existential and start crying.
To make matters worse, right at that moment, Fly Like A G6 cafe on shuffle and I started crying harder because I miss 2010 so much.
