Walking Oliver



Ask me anything  
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Reblogged from yesjamad
yesjamad:

I just realized…
This was Tumblr, back then

So true.

yesjamad:

I just realized…

This was Tumblr, back then

So true.

(via life)

Reblogged from lawandequestrian
lawandequestrian:

Sweet Pea was happy to see me! She even helped me open her stall door! <3 this mare! #ottb, #nightatthebarn, #happypony

lawandequestrian:

Sweet Pea was happy to see me! She even helped me open her stall door! <3 this mare! #ottb, #nightatthebarn, #happypony

#quote #Mary Luise Gothein #Autumn #old Libraries

#Goldenrod #Solidago #OhioAutumn #Landscape 

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[But the man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out.] He will be wiser but less cocksure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable Mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend. Aldous Huxley, from The Doors of Perception (via the-final-sentence)
Inspired by the FaceBook Group, Run For Boston, we ran today April 21 at 2:50 PM, remembering those in Boston hospitals who lost limbs, those who lost lives and the friends and families who lost loved ones.  #runforboston #bostonstrong #iloveboston

Inspired by the FaceBook Group, Run For Boston, we ran today April 21 at 2:50 PM, remembering those in Boston hospitals who lost limbs, those who lost lives and the friends and families who lost loved ones.  #runforboston #bostonstrong #iloveboston

Reblogged from samsaranmusing-deactivated20140
No one wishes to be ‘rescued’ with someone else’s beliefs. Remember your task is not to convert anyone to anything, but to help the person in front of you get in touch with his or her own strength, confidence, faith, and spirituality, whatever that might be. The Tibetan Book of Living And Dying (via samsaranmusing)

(via inhabitude)

slight change

‎”There is a day in August when autumn truly begins. In the morning there is a slight chill, and the sun that day will be high and pale and distant. It is not much more than a hint of things to come, so subtle that it passes almost unmarked by our consciousness.”