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souloftheroseurluv: souloftheroseurluv  ༺ ॐ A Sensual,...

souloftheroseurluv:

souloftheroseurluv 
 ༺ ॐ A Sensual, Spiritual and Sophisticated blog ॐ ༻

violets-at-twilight: Forget-me-nots

violets-at-twilight:

Forget-me-nots

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therealchipwillis: water nymph Kelsey Dylan

therealchipwillis:

water nymph

Kelsey Dylan

thabazooka: lolzpicx: Real life pillow pet Can I just

thabazooka:

lolzpicx:

Real life pillow pet

Can I just

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ginandbird: growing the hair out… might have to resurrect the...

ginandbird:

growing the hair out… might have to resurrect the head wrap…

hellanne: little flowers (by astramoljac)

hellanne:

little flowers (by astramoljac)

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prettylittleflower: (by minorin)

prettylittleflower:

(by minorin)

wasbella102: DIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!...

wasbella102:

DIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

- Mary Oliver (via awelltraveledwoman)

alxbngala: [x]

alxbngala:

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The Golden Key (by Humanityhealing)

The Golden Key (by Humanityhealing)

innal malak - niyaz (by 23greyday23)

innal malak - niyaz (by 23greyday23)

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly...

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
— Titus Lucretius Carus

Polly - The French Lieutenant's Woman (by kitnkabootle)

Polly - The French Lieutenant's Woman (by kitnkabootle)

Picture of Lyme Regis, Dorset UK around 1600 my house was built...

Picture of Lyme Regis, Dorset UK around 1600 my house was built around that time it is down near the church in the painting. The French Lieutenant's Woman was filmed here, in this painting the Cobb was made of timber.

 

middleeasternpoetry: In my soul there is a Temple, a Shrine, a...

middleeasternpoetry:

In my soul there is a Temple, a Shrine, a Mosque, a Church where I kneel. Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist! Is there not a region of love, where the sovereignty is illuminated nothing, where ecstasy gets poured into itself and becomes lost, where the wing is fully alive but has no mind or body? In my soul there is a Temple, a Shrine, a Mosque, a Church, that dissolve, that dissolve in God. - Rabia Basri