California, Oklahoma
And all of the places I ain’t ever been to but
Down in the valley with
Whiskey rivers
These are the places you will find me hidin’
These are the places I will always go
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“I want to go travel, to breathe in the sun and the air and the thousands of new scents a new environment offers. I want to go places where I can feel the history of mankind in its art and its old buildings, and visit places that have been able to withstand the industrial onslaught of the human race, where people still cultivate the land instead of being ruled by machines. And I want to meet lots of cool people along the way who have the same feeling for nature, for beauty, for kindness and for peace.”
— Sereno Sky, author of the Hippie novel “Lonely Traveller”
(via hippieseurope)
Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.
It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn’t here.
we’re in Paris. we’re watching the sun rise. we’re eating croissants and café noir. there’s jazz music playing. we’re laughing and dreaming till we see the sun. we decide to go to our favourite coffeehouse in Paris. we buy our café au lait and read our books. suddenly we have this idea to go on a road trip to Lyon. It’s about 4 hours+, but that’s totally fine. I saw my dream boy, he was lovely. life is good in my dreams.
“I long to go on trips, to visit other places. Do not look for one person in me,”
— German Plisetsky, from “Station,” written c. December 1967
“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”
places to be alone
- in a gothic cathedral
- lying in bed, listening to summer rain
- a hot bubble bath on a wintery day
- a bookstore or a library
- pine forest, neck craned upwards at trees against the sky
- natural history museum
- sunrise from a hilltop, with only the birds for company
- near a crackling fireplace with a good book and a teacup
- in the grass at sunset, watching the clouds and the butterflies
- riding a bike down unknown roads and getting lost
There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.
