Love is like a rose with one too many torns, first you savour its beauty and relish in its cosy little pocket of joy and intimacy. And in the midst of doing so, you ever so often get pricked by the thorns of sorrows and heartbroken memories.
Perhaps symbolic of both beauty and strength, the soft petals of a rose, guarded by the strength of the thorns that surround it.
Lovin’ the sunshine yellow top.
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Om nom nommy.
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Indeed, just like how today unfolded to be one of the best days in week. After-work dinner celebration at Pallas Athena, followed by a walk to Rådhusparken’s summer carnival. A little stopover at Ostra Centrum for some summer clothes shopping, a walk by lake Vättern with the girls as we watched the cereulean-orange sky set, ending off with a lovely night walk back home to Gräshagen.
Everything falls into a perfect symphony.
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—Jane Hirshfield, “Not Moving Even One Step” (via helplesslyamazed)
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—Carson McCullers (via quote-book)
