OMG... Cravats

Seriously. Tie one on.

austenchanted:

'I cannot make speeches, Emma,' he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. 'If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings - and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.'

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piersolphotography:

always

    it’s 
        Spring) and everyone’s 
in love and flowers pick themselves

~ ee cummings

peonies in my kitchen. kodak portra 400, shot on a hasselblad.

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beggars-opera:

A person from Boston is called a pumpkin because apparently even in the 18th century we wouldn’t shut the fuck up about how delicious pumpkins are

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.

—Bell Hooks (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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