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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Japanese white bread recipe by Bread Channel
physically? im here, but mentally im in a renaissance painting wearing a silk dress and looking wistfully into the distance
Spring is peeking itâs head out from around the corner. When I wake, I can hear the birds chirp and sing to one another outside the window. The snowy days are melting into rainy days, green peeking out from under the blankets of white. The trees are not yet budding, but when I walk outside I can feel sun on my face and my cheeks warm. The world will soon be showing signs of growth; renewal. Things will be alright.
Mary Oliver, from âToadâ, Truro Bear and Other Adventures : Poems and Essays
this user wants to lay down in a field of flowers for a bit.
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love will hold us together
Girls & BooksÂ
I., IV. Léon François Comerre (French, 1850-1916)
II. Thomas Lawrence (English, 1769-1830)
III. Charles Edward Perugini (Italian/English, 1839-1918)
i want my skin to sparkle i want to look like a fairy or an angel all the time!!!!!!!!!!
my mom says sheâs not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news sheâs the last to let go. my dad says he doesnât want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face lights up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. heâs just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him âi just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!â he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters âcâmereâ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think thatâs really beautiful.