"He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often—he searched for a simile, found one in his work—torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?"
- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via thatkindofwoman)

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from-the-helm:

This is exactly what my dream home has always looked like when I’ve imagined it: a modified A frame perched in a hilly evergreen forest with a spacious deck and a view that takes the breath away. Add a big pull barn and put this near an ocean, and I’ll die a happy human. 

from-the-helm:

This is exactly what my dream home has always looked like when I’ve imagined it: a modified A frame perched in a hilly evergreen forest with a spacious deck and a view that takes the breath away. Add a big pull barn and put this near an ocean, and I’ll die a happy human. 

(Source: furstyphoto, via thisisaxiom)