This has been one hell of a week. Missing you.

A scan of a photo my great-grandfather took. Looks like a beautiful place.

"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen."

- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via misswallflower)

"I’ll be ok. I just need time to be sad."

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10 word story  (via wedlakeserenities)

how many times did i say these exact words to you?

(Source: lettersstrungtogether7, via misswallflower)

jesspgallo:

And all the things we could become
fleurdulys:

Allotments - David Inshaw
1988

deeplovephotography:

sunlit forest

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