I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

- Juliet Marillier  (via meanderingwind)

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arpeggia:

Paintings by Paul W Ruiz

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Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn—that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness—that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

- Jane Austen, Persuasion (via madaeli26)

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Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

-dandeliondust:

Timmy c: (Taken with Instagram)

-dandeliondust:

Timmy c: (Taken with Instagram)

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the-heart-of-the-lion:

He and Victor Hugo are my favorite classic authors.

the-heart-of-the-lion:

He and Victor Hugo are my favorite classic authors.

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