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Apr 23, 2014 / 1,075 notes

odranoell:

I find myself crying almost every time.

featheroftheowl:

Barn Owl by M A T T H I E U  S O U D E T
Apr 23, 2014 / 54 notes
acknowledgetheabsurd:

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959.
Apr 23, 2014 / 15 notes

acknowledgetheabsurd:

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959.

Apr 14, 2014
Politeness has become so rare that people mistake it for flirtation.
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Apr 8, 2014 / 18,367 notes
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
Lenora Carrington
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 / 1,470 notes
May you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.
Mar 31, 2014 / 6,353 notes