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  • voguelivingmagazine:

Vibrantly coloured butterfly specimens look set to fly away from this heritage-listed Sydney terrace.
From ‘Walls that Talk’, a story on page 212 of Vogue Living July/Aug 2010.
Photograph by Jason Busch.

    voguelivingmagazine:

    Vibrantly coloured butterfly specimens look set to fly away from this heritage-listed Sydney terrace.

    From ‘Walls that Talk’, a story on page 212 of Vogue Living July/Aug 2010.

    Photograph by Jason Busch.

    Source: voguelivingmagazine
    • 8 months ago
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  • sdzoo:

Being sentry is tiring work *yaaawn* (by pb.fletch)

    sdzoo:

    Being sentry is tiring work *yaaawn* (by pb.fletch)

    Source: sdzoo
    • 8 months ago
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  • On My Way To Everywhere

    dovegreymornings:

    Holly will ride her horse
    Teri her motorcycle
    Cearra has a spaceship and
    Laura will dance
    Jasmine will run like crazy
    Teresa will travel as a
    Gypsy in a brightly painted
    Wagon but as
    For me I’ll walk when my
    Imagination fails~
    When the pencil in
    In my hand slips away with
    Sleep my feet will
    Know the way~
    Perhaps I’ll take a boat when
    Crossing oceans
    Perhaps I won’t but I’ll be
    There wherever you
    Find me
    On my way to everywhere~

    Michelle Dent

    (via dovegreymornings-deactivated201)

    • 8 months ago
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  • “

    Still, what I want in my life
    is to be willing
    to be dazzled —
    to cast aside the weight of facts

    and maybe even
    to float a little
    above this difficult world.
    I want to believe I am looking

    into the white fire of a great mystery.
    I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
    that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
    of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.

    ”
    — Mary Oliver, from “The Ponds” (via awritersruminations)

    (via dovegreymornings-deactivated201)

    Source: awritersruminations
    • 8 months ago
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  • Poet: Fallen Words

    dovegreymornings:

    Autumn falls for words turning
    Color
    I fell for you in summertime
    Silently

    We spent those days sleeplessly
    Slumbering among the
    Flowered lakes and tree-lined
    Rivers
    We talked about the sky and its
    Inhabitants and how we would
    Visit them—just as soon as—

    But then the weather changed
    And we…

    (via dovegreymornings-deactivated201)

    • 8 months ago
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  • Source: Spotify
    • 8 months ago
  • “Be who you are, not what you aren’t and you will be loved for everything about you.”
    — my motto
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