Things I Like
When I’m in the living room while you take a shower and I can hear you faintly singing to yourself or talking out loud to the tiled walls and saying all the little things that no one is supposed to hear and no one else will.

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Things I Like
When I’m in the living room while you take a shower and I can hear you faintly singing to yourself or talking out loud to the tiled walls and saying all the little things that no one is supposed to hear and no one else will.
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
Chad Sugg (via observando)
(Tasha Marie) | Lynn Canyon
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.
Yann Martel (via observando)
by: Maria Korneev
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Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.
G.K. Chesterton (via observando)
Typewriter Series #956 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*It’s official, my book, Chasers of the Light, is out! You can order it through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound , Books-A-Million , Paper Source or Anthropologie *
Early 18th century Dutch book covering
Walking Through The Cypress Red by Jdenham
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
J.K. Rowling (via observando)
We are sent to go, not to sit still in our little comfort zone