“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
“Don’t get me wrong, I find joy in the warm summer breeze and the foxgloves and the daffodils. But in the midst of it all, there’s an ache in my chest. There’s a hole there that can only be filled by crunching leaves, crisp air, and oversized sweaters. You see, every season has a fleeting place in my heart, but it is autumn that built a home there.”
— McKenna K. // homesick for october (via lateautumnnight)
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
— Lewis Carroll
“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”
— Robert Brault
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Btw i know my pages in not just “random” reblogs but i had to reblog this! sorry/not sorry
i really wanna be loved but love is still a very scary concept to me
Do you ever wonder if we thought about each other at the same exact time?
