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“The best way out is always through.”

Robert Frost (via grumpyoldgranny)

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“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.”

Anneli Rufus  (via grumpyoldgranny)

Sometimes. But increasingly so.

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dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
New Years Day time travelled and took me and my big bro all the way back to where I was born in Zaltbommel, Netherlands. All these years have passed and now we’re more than brothers, we’re best of friends.
Jos Van Den Berg

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

New Years Day time travelled and took me and my big bro all the way back to where I was born in Zaltbommel, Netherlands. All these years have passed and now we’re more than brothers, we’re best of friends.

Jos Van Den Berg

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
My grandpa doesn’t recognize me anymore, but he still smiles every time I show him this picture. I hope that deep inside he remembers how much I loved hanging out with him..
Love, Laura

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

My grandpa doesn’t recognize me anymore, but he still smiles every time I show him this picture. I hope that deep inside he remembers how much I loved hanging out with him..

Love, Laura
dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

I’d give anything to go back to the days on my parents’ farm, when they were full of boundless energy and love, growing their lush garden’s and caring for puppies. Now it’s the weeds of cancer and years of endless chemo that have kept my Dad from tending to what he loves to do most. Life was so much greener.

Eli

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
I’d give anything to go back to the days on my parents’ farm, when they were full of boundless energy and love, growing their lush garden’s and caring for puppies. Now it’s the weeds of cancer and years of endless chemo that have kept my Dad from tending to what he loves to do most. Life was so much greener.
Eli