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"Come what might, she would be wild, untrammeled, free."

-

James Joyce

Everything you love is here

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Tiny House Living, Off the Grid? Here's How to Do it in Style

progressivefriends:

My cabin cost under $2,000 to build and about $5,000 for the off-grid system and I believe a smaller off-grid home under 400 square feet that is very efficient and also nice and comfortable to live in can be built for under $20,000, and much less if people are using recycled materials and doing the work themselves. Land, water and a power system are not included in that figure because they vary greatly depending on your needs, the area, and where you want to live.

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"Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake."

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“Be the one who nurtures and builds. Be the one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart. One who looks for the best in people. Leave people better than you found them.” Marvin J. Ashton

"Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready."

- Nayyirah Waheed (via undeadlife)

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"Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am."

- Christopher Poindexter (via undeadlife)

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Today I chose to put myself first.

"Every time somebody asks me if still miss you, 
a lump forms in my throat. 
Words get stuck, looking for air
because how exactly do you 
tell someone 
that breathing starts to feel wrong
and mornings become unbearably dull because the person that
you could’ve written about forever 
left without a single 
goodbye to seal the sins he had left on your door step. 
How exactly do you tell someone 
that there are sleepless nights, spent crying and 
empty cavities 
in your chest 
And you waited too long 
and wanted too much?
How exactly do you begin to tell someone how much 
You want to delete these thoughts 
that linger between 
sighs and exhales?
I always inhale sharply, wishing 
it would be you walking 
through the door."

- Sometimes I forget I’m supposed to hate you now. (via because-she-loves-words)

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