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Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun. Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via faeriepetals)
A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway
For she is too fond of old fashioned things, loves only what has been replaced by common sense and progress. It takes a hundred years for a mere object to gain it’s soul, age and beauty, love tarnished. She collects the survivors, the last trinkets left in Pandora’s box. The Lost Princess.com