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So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land.
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pradda: licens: wow I just think this is just the most beautiful thing agreed
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frozen pond | japan ~ kent shiraishi photograph
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brighteyesgoodvibes: alexalosey: my parents never cut mine off. I think its why I still think I can achieve my ridiculous dreams.  This picture is incredibly powerful, and meaningful to me. For all intents and purposes, my dad is an awesome guy. Yet whenever I mentioned my dreams of being a musician, he always used to tell me “That’s a one in a million chance,” and that I was better to stick to writing. And then when I wanted to become a writer, he would tell me that I was better off trying to become an editor or something, because “then you’ll always have a secure job in the writing field.” While I understand his point, i feel like after being on this planet for 22 years I have become kind of jaded, and lack the motivation to achieve my goals because there’s always going to be a part of me that doesn’t believe that they can realistically happen. My tenacity has lessened, and this upsets me greatly. I love my father, but I feel like he contributed in part to my low self-esteem, and so I vow never to do that to my children, never to tell them that they can’t be painters or poets or astronauts or surgeons or anything. If they want to be a fucking circus clown, I will support them with every ounce of my heart.
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r4dic00l: pl4guedd: look at the way he holds her. look at his facial expression. it’s as if he feels like if he lets her go, it will be forever. his desperation to stay holding on to her is simply rare. he’s holding her with the intention of never letting go. he needs her. and this is what I find beautiful. If somebody held me like this I think I’d melt into the gravel. same^
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Looking like you do
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