the lovely birds club

There is always something left to love.

— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via larmoyante)

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holdthisphoto:

Cecile Sorel

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Frederick Carl Frieseke, The Blue Gown (1917)

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soyouthinkyoucansee:

Soyouthinkyoucansee l’espoir
moi j’apelle innocence

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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

— E.E. Cummings (via seabois)

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windypoplarsroom:

Vintage Greek Goddess

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kellyakabilly:

I’ll attempt finger waves again someday.

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aleyma:

Netherlands, “Vanity Sounds the Horn and Ignorance Unleashes the Hounds Overconfidence, Rashness and Desire”, from The Hunt of the Frail Stag, c.1495-1510 (source).

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viola-goes-to-hollywood:

Victorian coffee break.

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I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I’m reminded that there are billions of people like me, and we are each stuck inside of our minds, feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people.

— John Green (via seabois)

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in-the-middle-of-a-daydream:

Howard Chandler Christy - Woman in white (1906)

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my-little-time-machine:

le culte de gui featuring miss spindler and miss robinne(junkshopsnapshots.blogspot.com)

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