Wicker Basket

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violetfolklore:

All done!! (by woolly fabulous)

autumn-stars:

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liquidnight:

Kay Nielsen - Illustration from The Lassie and Her Godmother from East of the Sun and West of the Moon: Old Tales from the North, 1914

[via trixietreats: …out flew the Moon…]

fuckyeahoutdoors:

rod42:

Our love’s a place where I no longer live;
That was a home, and now is just a house.
I went back in my heart the other day,
But nothing in there struck me as my own.

Strange how life moves on, and what we cherish
Turns to something alien in our hands.
And later, when we try to comprehend it,
It fades into the twilight of our tears.

I woke again upon a sunny morning,
Alive to what I hoped would be a song.
You were yesterday, which I remembered
As though it were a year or two ago.
Nicholas Gordon

arsvitaest:

liquidnight:

Alfred Eisenstaedt - A young couple enjoying lunch on the Right Bank of the Seine, just below Notre Dame, Paris, 1963

From Eisenstaedt: Remembrances

jessieroth:

julia prokhorova

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