forever wondering

lylaandblu:

strawberry scones: recipe here

beeslikehoney:

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beeslikehoney:

by hellopoe http://bit.ly/13uSNZX

"He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true."

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Jake Christie, Small Stories (via larmoyante)

It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

(via jsmn)

(via underthecarolinamoon)

"Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious."

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Dustfinger; Inkheart

(Source: seabois, via fortheloveofmegan)