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Ambiguity of language is philosophy’s main source of problems. That is why it is of the utmost importance to examine attentively the very words we use.

— Giuseppe Peano (via observando)

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In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

— Mary Renault (via observando)

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Morning Cappadocia - Nevşehir, Turkey (by Coolbiere. A.)


Morning Cappadocia - Nevşehir, Turkey (by Coolbiere. A.)

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Santorini -Mykonos ,  Greece


Santorini -Mykonos ,  Greece

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Colored Valley || Takay 

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Travel Bug Blog: Seoul, How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways. :)

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Photos by Ivan Kislov [500px | website]

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Photographs by Ben Torode [flickr]

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What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?

— John Green (via observando)

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Trevanian, Shibumi.

“It’s not Americans I find annoying; it’s Americanism: a social disease of the postindustrial world that must inevitably infect each of the mercantile nations in turn, and is called ‘American’ only because your nation is the most advanced case of the malady, much as one speaks of Spanish flu, or Japanese Type-B encephalitis. It’s symptoms are a loss of work ethic, a shrinking of inner resources, and a constant need for external stimulation, followed by spiritual decay and moral narcosis. You can recognize the victim by his constant efforts to get in touch with himself, to believe his spiritual feebleness is an interesting psychological warp, to construe his fleeing from responsibility as evidence that he and his life are uniquely open to new experiences. In the later stages, the sufferer is reduced to seeking that most trivial of human activities: fun.” 

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Simon & Garfunkel remix.

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This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. “Oh, it’s just a couple little innocent bad days.” Well, we had a big rain. I don’t know what it was growing in, but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke ‘em down to nothin’. They’re your days. Choke ‘em!

— Tom Waits (via kari-shma)

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You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face, but there’s a third option - you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward.

— Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother (via quote-book)

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