as a blush feels, Slow, from inside

these are what move me.





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This blog is now finished. I begun this series when I first came back to nyc after being away for 5 years. It catalogued my slow ascent. I am keeping it up as a reminder. Other than that, for my work please visit samanthalaurenphotographie.com, samanthalauren.wordpress.com or for the things that inspire me, pinterest.com/samanthalauren
— Samantha
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desire is no light thing
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all men are lonely. but sometimes it seems to me that we americans are the loneliest of all. our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
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under the seams runs the pain
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the only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.
— albert einstein (via organicphotographs)
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