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Dreams and red wine

jayarrarr:

I love writers,
I do, it’s true
Those who bleed soul
      in ink
         on page to see —
Black words to breathe,
To etch, to come,
To you, to love,
             the way you have
                       with words
                            you’d have
                                  with me. 

For you, my darling,
I’d ever take
Your writer’s block(s)
And build a billion
Castles in the clouds
If that’s what it took
To write the line
         to make your words fine
                   to make you
                                  mine. 

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When she was just a girl she expected the world but it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise
Coldplay - Paradise  (via zacharypughlevi)

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The awkward moment when you feel that your love life at present is represented perfectly by a Coldplay song.

theobservereffect:

I no longer have any hipster cred.

But still, I swear Chris Martin, in 2002, actually foretold how I would feel 9 years into the future, wrote a song about it, packaged it up then sent it into my life right about now. 

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fallintoflight:

Work in progress…  and this time its something for me!

This should be a fascinating blanket to have since each of the crochet flower patches is an evolution of my stitch abilities. My crochet is self taught, I wouldn’t even know how to use a pattern if I tried, just kinda how my brain functions.

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swaggsoheavenly:

MACRAME 2011… forever <3 though

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