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and i love how she looks here.
i love it.
Posted on March 22, 2010 via the attic with 168 notes
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When we were little, life worked perfectly. No matter what happened, everything turned out alright in the end. Scraped knees, canceled play dates, dropped ice cream cones— we would cry for a short time, but by the end of the day, everything would be perfect. And now as we’ve grown older, we’ve lost the faith as we stumble through each day, crying over broken hearts, lost friendships, and lost dreams. It seems like life and perfection have turned their backs on us, but really its just that we’ve grown up. As children we didn’t pay attention to such details about our daily lives, but now we are more aware, and little details seem to be amplifying our pain. But just remember that when we were younger, life was hard too, but we had faith in perfection because we could look past faults. So don’t lose your faith. Learn to know that each day will pass, each heartache will be mended, and everything will be perfect in the end. Just keep your faith.
Posted on March 22, 2010 via 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky with 128 notes
Source: littlemiss
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(via girlyme)
Posted on March 21, 2010 via Girly Me with 17 notes
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Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Posted on March 21, 2010 via twentythree : with 1,636 notes
Source: kari-shma
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(via girlyme)
Posted on March 21, 2010 via Girly Me with 5 notes
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(via girlyme)
Posted on March 21, 2010 via Girly Me with 8 notes
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(via Anna Verlet)
Posted on March 21, 2010 via End of March with 120 notes
Source: Flickr / zipco-and-cal
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I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.
from ‘Middlesex’ by Jeffrey Eugenides (via casinegro) (via gatekeeper)Posted on March 21, 2010 via with 193 notes
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(via reverberating)
Posted on March 21, 2010 via ☼ earthsun ☼ with 53 notes
Source: earthsun
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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
~ Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine(via longwinter) (via gatekeeper)Posted on March 21, 2010 with 271 notes
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Rolling Homes
Posted on March 21, 2010 via forages with 337 notes
Source: forages
gathering inspiration
