weekend. sleep. etc. (by cookie_crumbles)

Everything worth saying has its own particular way,
its own inevitable way, of being said.
~Robert Frost

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If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen. 

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When I got home, I was alone
And I fell in love with that feeling
When I got home, I was alone
And I counted stars on the ceiling
I fell in love with that feeling

~ Stars, Counting Stars On The Ceiling

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PS. last morning at the high altitude. *sigh*

Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. ~Oscar Wilde 

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morning after… (via cookie_crumbles)

alleyway… (via cookie_crumbles)

a little birdy told me (via cookie_crumbles)

sun-kissed morning! didn’t monsoon roll in already? (via cookie_crumbles)

a purple morning. feeling I’m on a perpetual holiday. yeah, I love photo-manipulation, fun way to stay unreal! (via cookie_crumbles)

I’m not an early morning person. but this is one of those precious dawns (via cookie_crumbles)

keep the apples away. no joke, I hate them (via cookie_crumbles)