Autumn leaves illustrated by Keith Ward (by katinthecupboard)
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I love this… The perfect combination of dreams… A secret room to hide way but also filled with the dream of owning so many books you would need several lifetimes to read them! <3
One of my major life goals is to own a home with secret rooms and passageways. Ideally, I would like to build such spaces before Henry is old enough to be aware of architecture, so he will grow up believing that it is common and normal for buildings to have magical and secret worlds within them.
like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. it’s horrible how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
Submitted by chrismachaos
(Source: cdeeezy)
Kareena Zerefos | kareenazerefos - From the menagerie. Graphite, markers and ink on paper (2010-2011)
[found at darksilenceinsuburbia & juxtapoz | originals available at Libby Edwards Galleries]
Teacher : Does your god exist ?
Me : Yes .
Teacher : Do you see him ?
Me : No .
Teacher : Can you touch him ?
Me : No .
Teacher : So he does not exist .
Me : Do you have a brain ?
Teacher : Yes .
Me : Can you see it ?
Teacher : No .
Me : Can you touch it ?
Teacher : No .
Me : So it does not exist .
(Source: justinismy--h0mie)
By Lucy Kate Crafts, I’ve been a fan of this lady for quite some time, her book is awesome. This little owl just has simple, stylish colours and the stitching on it’s eyes is lovely. Her choice of recycled fabrics are always really particular and just right, her Etsy store is full of loveliness too.
(Source: lucykatecrafts.blogspot.com)
She waits.
Her life is put on hold.
Her wishes are kept waiting in the wings.
She smiles, her little brave smile,
While her dreams quiver and tremble,
Lying there unheard.
She waits.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow there’ll be another way.
She puts the boxes of belief
Beneath the bed alongside the pieces
Of her that just did not fit in this reality.
She waits.
Believing that she is not ready
Believing that she is not willing
Believing that the world is out of reach
Believing her time has not come
Believing her dreams will disappear
She waits,
but quietly inside her
the garden is blooming
the quiet is blossoming
And already the roses shine in her eyes,
The dreams take flight as the wind in her hair.
She waits.
And believes her dreams are far off
And sadly, she does not realize,
She is her dreams.
And they are still there within her,
living, breathing,
And she is the stuff of her dreams,
Manifested.
And she can hold her head high and know,
She is a beacon of her own dreams.
Shining bright.
Just waiting for the right moment to soar.
~butterflydreaming~