"There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’ fresh growin’ things when th’ rain falls on ‘em. I get out on th’ moor many a day when it’s rainin’ an’ I lie under a bush an’ listen to th’ soft swish o’ drops on th’ heather an’ I just sniff and sniff."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Is there any literary character more charming than Dickon Sowerby?
(via saravee)
If Dickon wasn’t your ideal man as a child I don’t think we can be friends. (I assume he comes with the pony and the raven.)
(via seafoamchild)
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some people are like poems
some people are like poems
riddled with beauty
unassuming
too refined to be captured in
the
syntax
of
things
some people are but poems
speak to them in words
and they look at you with feelings
they may be hard to grasp
a foreign language
yet they are but souls
misread along the lines
of your interpretation
some people are like poems
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childishnotions:
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone
(via bransstark)
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Losing you / Finding light
because losing you but finding God / will be worth every heartache
there is too much my heart cannot fathom
why things turn out the way they do
and even losing best friends may seem contrary
but there will be no regrets or turning back
There is none like You
You see the depths of my heart
and love me all the same
and who else can say the same?
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"You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante, via in-yourwings)
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Here you are: Consciousness. An endless, boundless and limitless energy with infinitely vast potential; experiencing itself in an ending, bounded, and limited body. But your body is not you. It does not define your Being. You are ineffable, beautiful beyond the words you speak. Silence is your language, nature is your home. You are the Universe and an Universe unto your own.
(Source: skeletongarden, via loveyourchaos)
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