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When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road  (via thatkindofwoman)

-Me every time Ryan goes to work haha

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cinoh:

Horace-Bénédict de Saussure’s cyanometer, an instrument that measures the blueness of the sky
[a study of blue]

cinoh:

Horace-Bénédict de Saussure’s cyanometer, an instrument that measures the blueness of the sky

[a study of blue]

(Source: mythologyofblue, via awelltraveledwoman)

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark.
Dante Alighieri, Inferno, trans.by Henry Wadsworth Longellow (via mythologyofblue)
When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road  (via thatkindofwoman)

-Me every time Ryan goes to work haha

(via agentlewoman)

(Source: simply-quotes.net, via agentlewoman)

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2headedsnake:

Ruth Marten

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cinoh:

Horace-Bénédict de Saussure’s cyanometer, an instrument that measures the blueness of the sky
[a study of blue]

cinoh:

Horace-Bénédict de Saussure’s cyanometer, an instrument that measures the blueness of the sky

[a study of blue]

(Source: mythologyofblue, via awelltraveledwoman)

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark.
Dante Alighieri, Inferno, trans.by Henry Wadsworth Longellow (via mythologyofblue)
tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #348 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #348 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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illusionsofinsight:

Cottage on the Hill - via Tiny House Blog

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"When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already."
"Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark."

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