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Transparents

I beleive these are from the Flower Fairy books by Cicely Mary Barker

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Royalty, I suppose

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one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

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Fairuza Balk as Nancy Downs in The Craft (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming

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three different colourations of a fallow deer, photographed by Mszafran on deviantart Source here

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i feel like im in the sims where it takes 5 hours to make pasta and then u have to immediately go to bed

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I finally switched to firefox and I've seen a lot of posts about the effortless importing of preferences from chrome and how it's important to support non-chromium platforms, but nobody is talking about the loss of productivity that happens when beautiful women come to your house to kiss you on the mouth because they heard you use firefox now. nobody's talking about this

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when kylie minogue said la la la. la la lala la. la la la. la la lala la.

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Quiescent (n.) — a hush between heartbeats, the moment the wind stills and the earth sighs. Quiescent is the quiet presence of being—the softness of morning mist, the hush of twilight, the deep breath before something new begins. it is the kind of stillness that isn't empty, but full—of rest, of waiting, of quiet becoming.

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