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Once upon a summertime if you recall
We stopped beside the little flower stall
A bunch of bright forget-me-nots
Was all I’d let you buy me

Once upon a summertime just like today
We laughed the happy afternoons away
And stole a kiss in every street café
You were sweeter than the blossom on the tree

I was as proud as any girl could be
As if the major had offered me the key, the key to Paris
Now another wintertime has come and gone
The pigeons feeding in the square have flown

But I remember when the vespers chime
You loved me once upon a summertime…

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you’ll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart’s on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

It’s the very opposite of drawing. You draw a line and you know at once whether it’s a good or a bad line. But you write a line and it seems true and then you read it again later.
The Collector p.129 by John Fowles
failed communication

failed communication

when i saw this, i just smiled! beautiful home!!!

(via vintagerosegarden)

when i saw this, i just smiled! beautiful home!!!

(via vintagerosegarden)

vintagerosegarden:

Le Moulin de l’Abbaye..I could totally live the rest of my life in this darling hotel..I LOVE it!
adyingbreed13:

arianakitty: Brantôme (by MorBCN)

vintagerosegarden:

Le Moulin de l’Abbaye..I could totally live the rest of my life in this darling hotel..I LOVE it!

adyingbreed13:

arianakitty: Brantôme (by MorBCN)

girls on diet: do not open this link

bourgeon20:

(via jemappelle)

girls on diet: do not open this link

bourgeon20:

(via jemappelle)

Gone with the windjust like a leaf that has blown awaymy romance has flown away
Yesterday’s kisses are still on my lips,I had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips.But now all is gonegone is the rapture that thrilled my heart.Gone with the wind, the gladness that filled my heartJust like a flame, love burned brightlyThen became an empty smoke dream that has gone,Gone with the wind.

Gone with the wind
just like a leaf that has blown away
my romance has flown away

Yesterday’s kisses are still on my lips,
I had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips.

But now all is gone
gone is the rapture that thrilled my heart.
Gone with the wind, the gladness that filled my heart
Just like a flame, love burned brightly
Then became an empty smoke dream that has gone,
Gone with the wind.


AHAHA! I laughed seeing this. I bet there are many designers or students who stared at this unbelievingly too. ‘I make pretty things’ - indeed.

AHAHA! I laughed seeing this. I bet there are many designers or students who stared at this unbelievingly too. ‘I make pretty things’ - indeed.

designers, i don’t know what you guys think, but i’m getting sick of these. yech…

designers, i don’t know what you guys think, but i’m getting sick of these. yech…

Once upon a summertime if you recall
We stopped beside the little flower stall
A bunch of bright forget-me-nots
Was all I’d let you buy me

Once upon a summertime just like today
We laughed the happy afternoons away
And stole a kiss in every street café
You were sweeter than the blossom on the tree

I was as proud as any girl could be
As if the major had offered me the key, the key to Paris
Now another wintertime has come and gone
The pigeons feeding in the square have flown

But I remember when the vespers chime
You loved me once upon a summertime…

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you’ll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart’s on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

It’s the very opposite of drawing. You draw a line and you know at once whether it’s a good or a bad line. But you write a line and it seems true and then you read it again later.
The Collector p.129 by John Fowles
failed communication

failed communication

when i saw this, i just smiled! beautiful home!!!

(via vintagerosegarden)

when i saw this, i just smiled! beautiful home!!!

(via vintagerosegarden)

vintagerosegarden:

Le Moulin de l’Abbaye..I could totally live the rest of my life in this darling hotel..I LOVE it!
adyingbreed13:

arianakitty: Brantôme (by MorBCN)

vintagerosegarden:

Le Moulin de l’Abbaye..I could totally live the rest of my life in this darling hotel..I LOVE it!

adyingbreed13:

arianakitty: Brantôme (by MorBCN)

girls on diet: do not open this link

bourgeon20:

(via jemappelle)

girls on diet: do not open this link

bourgeon20:

(via jemappelle)

Gone with the windjust like a leaf that has blown awaymy romance has flown away
Yesterday’s kisses are still on my lips,I had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips.But now all is gonegone is the rapture that thrilled my heart.Gone with the wind, the gladness that filled my heartJust like a flame, love burned brightlyThen became an empty smoke dream that has gone,Gone with the wind.

Gone with the wind
just like a leaf that has blown away
my romance has flown away

Yesterday’s kisses are still on my lips,
I had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips.

But now all is gone
gone is the rapture that thrilled my heart.
Gone with the wind, the gladness that filled my heart
Just like a flame, love burned brightly
Then became an empty smoke dream that has gone,
Gone with the wind.


AHAHA! I laughed seeing this. I bet there are many designers or students who stared at this unbelievingly too. ‘I make pretty things’ - indeed.

AHAHA! I laughed seeing this. I bet there are many designers or students who stared at this unbelievingly too. ‘I make pretty things’ - indeed.

designers, i don’t know what you guys think, but i’m getting sick of these. yech…

designers, i don’t know what you guys think, but i’m getting sick of these. yech…

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Once upon a summertime if you recall
We stopped beside the little flower stall
A bunch of bright forget-me-nots
Was all I’d let you buy me

Once upon a summertime just like today
We laughed the happy afternoons away
And stole a kiss in every street café
You were sweeter than the blossom on the tree

I was as proud as any girl could be
As if the major had offered me the key, the key to Paris
Now another wintertime has come and gone
The pigeons feeding in the square have flown

But I remember when the vespers chime
You loved me once upon a summertime…

"
"

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you’ll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart’s on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

"
"It’s the very opposite of drawing. You draw a line and you know at once whether it’s a good or a bad line. But you write a line and it seems true and then you read it again later."

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