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Sabrina ♥ 27 years young ♥ lives in the Netherlands ♥ scientist ♥ full-time dreamer loves ♥ her bunnies ♥ her parents ♥ her family ♥ her friends ♥ reading ♥ music ♥ movies ♥ sleeping ♥ laughing ♥ tumblr ♥ writing ♥ tigers ♥ london ♥ paris ♥ rome ♥ barcelona

[beautiful-wildlife]

[larmoyante]

It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you weren’t ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.

Ann Brashares, The Last Summer (Of You and Me)

[saharcleanfithealthy]

[larmoyante]

Perhaps the problem isn’t the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.

Warsan Shire

[animals-animals-animals]

[larmoyante]

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget… There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

Stephen Carpenter, Killer

[uniqueforeverr]

[larmoyante]

Boys laugh at what they put girls through, but they won’t be laughing when they are wiping tears off their daughter’s face for the same reason.

Beyoncé

[earthlynation-blog]

[seennothingyet]

(via 500px / Daydreamer by Ashley Vincent)

[larmoyante]

It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.

George Harrison

[ordeals]

[coral]

Sometimes,’ said Pooh, ‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

A.A. Milne

[llbwwb]

[seennothingyet]

(via House Sparrow by Steve Mackay / 500px)

[larmoyante]

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Lemony Snicket, Horseradish

[cozyautumnchills]

[larmoyante]

We assume that others show their love in the same way that we do and if they don’t follow that equation, we worry that the love is not there.

Amy Przeworski, The Love in Chicken Broth

[the-love-of-buns]

[seennothingyet]

(via Angry Bunny by Ian Taylor / 500px)