How secretive the moon is— only showing a shadow of its true self most nights!
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These are silly points of view from that silly-giggle-tickled Bostonian girl who lives multiple lives as a swimmer, a violinist, a writer, a fashion and food-lover, an Arsenal FC fan and occasionally, a silly physics major. Clearly, she likes very long sentences.
And the word "silly" too.
Posts tagged shadow:
That chilling beauty of sunsets, blushed by the deep red and purple.
Art cannot be perfected without effort and passion.
I twist thou moves, for you give me access to them. ‘Tis your folly for supplying them to me. Not mine. Checkmate.
Going to read a book in bed before I fall asleep.
Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.
Not of just the sky, but also the sea.
Old vintage maps of the city of romance and art.
The beauty within us all.
A vintage-shaded bouquet of roses.
Delicate folds of ivory silk.
Going uphill with a bicycle is hard.
Must. Visit. The. Beach.
You and me… We’re a love story.
I still collect silly bands.
(Source: tonsofphotographyxox, via masloser)
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