Yellow beech amongst pines
Photographed by Freddie Ardley
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Yellow beech amongst pines
Photographed by Freddie Ardley
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anais Nin
“I still look back on those evenings we spent together as the happiest part of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever.”
— Henry MacAlpine
— a walk down the quiet forest trail.
“forever thinking of you” “always missing you” a love language 🥺🥺🥺
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
via @stefyloret on instagram
i want all the people i love to be happy forever
i love when there’s trees
today I found the loveliest little plant shop!
souls don’t meet by accident