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Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
Each changing place with that which goes before.
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
※Shakespeare

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If we meet in dreams,
if I can find you again
will you come to me?
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via kari-shma)
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Swing Chair by Patricia Urquiola

An uncle used to have a swing chair before. I have a picture of myself in it when I was two or three years old. It’s gone now, though, that chair. Along with the house.

kari-shma:

Swing Chair by Patricia Urquiola

An uncle used to have a swing chair before. I have a picture of myself in it when I was two or three years old. It’s gone now, though, that chair. Along with the house.

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I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag. (via Disco ♥ Tetris (Chelsea!))

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I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag. (via Disco ♥ Tetris (Chelsea!))

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