Wanderlust
Somewhere in his body—perhaps in the marrow of his bones—he would continue to feel her absence.
Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories (via feellng)

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honeyes:

papercutting on rainy days
My heart needs the mountains like my body needs the water.
Anonymous (via cosmofilius)

(Source: awelltraveledwoman, via dappled-daisies)