1. 00:26 17th Sep 2014

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    A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
    — Vincent Van Gogh (via thatkindofwoman)

    (Source: psych-facts)

     
  2. 00:26

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  3. 00:22

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    hunter-vibez:

thecolonial:

Georgetown, Washington DC

miisu

🍁🍂 samd

    hunter-vibez:

    thecolonial:

    Georgetown, Washington DC

    miisu

    🍁🍂 samd

     
  4. 22:49 16th Sep 2014

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  5. 22:46

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    pureblyss:

Fall weather, I’m ready for ya.

this is so niceeee

    pureblyss:

    Fall weather, I’m ready for ya.

    this is so niceeee

    (Source: university-style)

     
  6. 16:50

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    🍁🍃🍂 “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns” -George Eliot

    🍁🍃🍂 “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns” -George Eliot

     
  7. 00:37

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  8. 00:34

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    desenharts:

by bluepalette

    desenharts:

    by bluepalette

     
  9. 00:30

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    dazily:

at the kindergarten near my house they got the kids to bring in gumboots so they could fill them with beautiful flowers, I don’t know but I think it’s really cute :)

    dazily:

    at the kindergarten near my house they got the kids to bring in gumboots so they could fill them with beautiful flowers, I don’t know but I think it’s really cute :)

     
  10. 00:27

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    whistlings:

    I would sit on my roof with you at 1 am and talk about the lives we dream of.

     
  11. 00:26

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  12. I wrote a poem

    Wearing Bows

    When I was a little girl, I was touched

    by the fleeting promise of a hopeful new world.

    Before it was ripped from my dress, bows, and such,

    He whispered, “You were never my little girl.”

    Playtime comes but once a year,

    When the sun is strong and shining.

    Basking in the light of my fear

    And nuzzling the toes of Fall, reminding

    Me that, “Age is just a number, honey,

    All must grow up at some point.

    It’s time to think about the suits and the money

    No one can help you now – we all must self-appoint.”

    Refusal is the soul’s best medicine, in strength we learn to care

    And slip on our dresses, and put our bows back in our hair

     
  13. 21:22

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    theswinginsixties:

Audrey Hepburn

    theswinginsixties:

    Audrey Hepburn

     
  14. 21:21

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    desenharts:

by OnceUponaPaper

    desenharts:

    by OnceUponaPaper

     
  15. 21:19

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    (Source: sarabraga99)