The word Love |
I don’t know if I love you, but your voice is my song.
There is a place in the deepest part of me that only your tune can unlock that only your tune can stir. When you laugh it’s a cool breeze on a sweaty day. I want another and another and become a puppet entertainer doing anything to hear that tinkling giggle. When you’re angry, it’s a wintery blizzard. I feel the chill in my bones and the ice on my face but then even, I move closer to you for comfort from you. When you’re sad, it’s a quiet low whistle and I pull myself into your lap drawing long ribbons of whatever ails you out through your heart throwing them down on the floor. (at Hamden Hall Country Day School)
I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.
– Lynn Barber, An Education (via perfect)
Photograph by Gerd Ludwig
Purple tints land and sky as night falls over lavender fields at Tasmania’s famed Bridestowe Estate. The plantation is one of the largest lavender farms in the world.
i tried to take a picture damnit
annnnnd you are fucking adorableAWE THAT WAS ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS IVE EVER SEEN YOURE A BAB Y