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So I’ve been on tumblr but the internet here is pooptastic and only half of the pictures on my dash actually show up
hence my lack of posts
but California is lovely
170 "The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight."
— Virginia Woolf (via serialstranger)
(via thedevilkid)
