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#NowPlaying Exitus by Dear Other #thebrotheronthebass

This is how she walks –

Out of the little latticed playhouse

To the tune of her father’s lunchtime whistle

Away from her mother’s wagging finger

Arm in arm with golden sisters

Tripping on the heels of a bandy brother

Under the weight of her grandmother’s piano

With the stagger of her grandfather’s wooden leg

Through the moss-bottomed forest

Over the trembling wooden bridge

Off the cliff into the sparkling, storming sea

With a thousand stars above her

And a thousand wings below

The night of guilt has ended and the day of grace has begun.

Thomas Aquinas

She didn’t struggle and so she didn’t grow.

Paulo Coelho (via pureblyss)

The summer air is now laced with autumn breezes. Time is passing.

via wnq-writers (via peonyandbee)

Yes.

When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via purplebuddhaproject)

“Thanks. It has pockets!”

- every girl ever responding to a compliment on a skirt/dress that has pockets (via nbronten)

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