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und0miels · 12 minutes
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In the eastern sky, amid the fires of sunrise, an old moon was hanging—as slender and lovely as a new moon. She had never seen an old, old moon before. She watched it pale and fade until it paled and faded out of sight in the living rose of day. A little pool in the barrens shone in the sunrise like a great golden lily.
L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
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und0miels · 1 hour
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bitches will hear a song and be like 'this makes me feel like i have a gaping hole in my chest' and then they put it on repeat. its me im bitches
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und0miels · 2 hours
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So much of this worldly experience is out of our hands but we can choose to be generous w our love and curious abt life and find pleasure and amusement and refuge in the patterns of our every day and support each other and care for our world and meet even those we don’t know w grace and patience and consideration and that these little qualities are in our control is not to be forgotten
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und0miels · 2 hours
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i think that sometimes the best thing that you can do is remind yourself that there are beaches. lakes, rivers, and ponds. there are forests. little woods and meadows. there are canyons. gullies and mountain cliffs. there are rainy days. dry spells and scorching blue skies. that the world turns. changes as much as it repeats. that feeling slow today won't stop tomorrow's high tide. won't make july's blackberries any less ripe
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und0miels · 2 hours
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how a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life
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Castle Ashby Gardens (@hannahargyle IG)
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und0miels · 2 hours
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i cant reply to your email i need to spend at least 6 more hours watering and tending to the acres of good soil in my heart
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und0miels · 3 hours
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They will never understand the sadness that you can physically feel in your chest
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und0miels · 3 hours
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keeping all my desires stored in my moist and delicate body until they start rotting me from the inside out 
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und0miels · 3 hours
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And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
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und0miels · 3 hours
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girl holding a coyote, photographed by Charles Belden between 1914-1940 | via Boy Howdy
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und0miels · 3 hours
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i dont have a five year plan i hope to just chill forever and then die
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und0miels · 3 hours
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She loved perfumes, ordered them from Peterburg and consumed a great deal of them. She loved aromatic flowers. Her room was always full of some sweet scent—with flowers, with perfumes, with pines, and in the spring with birch-twigs.
Fyodor Sologub, from The Little Demon
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und0miels · 4 hours
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the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window
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und0miels · 4 hours
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The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness;
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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MARY: I want to go dance. AYLEE: You can’t dance alone. MARY: I won’t be alone.
REIGN (2013 — 2017) Season 1, Episode 1: “Pilot”
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und0miels · 4 hours
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some of you are very nice to me and i just want to say thank you and i love u
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