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blossom-breeze:

Home again from Devon and ready to get out into the garden. It’s not even 8am and I can feel the heat from the sun through the curtains. So much to do!

blossom-breeze:

Home again from Devon and ready to get out into the garden. It’s not even 8am and I can feel the heat from the sun through the curtains. So much to do!

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We changed again, and yet again, and it was not too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via misswallflower)

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"I hate you"

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