The true harvest of my daily life is
somewhat as intangible and indescribable
as the tints of morning or evening. 
It is a little star dust caught,
a segment of the rainbow
which I have clutched. 

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

 (by cookie_crumbles)

I’m spinning counterclockwise, each turn robs the planet of angular momentum, slowing its spin the tiniest bit, lengthening the night, pushing back the dawn, giving me a little more time here with you.

~ Unknown

(by cookie_crumbles)

PS. This place only exists in dreams. This is entirety a photo-manipulation, clubbing of two different shots. :)

only my dreams are real. (via cookie_crumbles)

backwood blooms (via cookie_crumbles)

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a day in summer (via cookie_crumbles)

alleyway… (via cookie_crumbles)