Silent musing on the hours passed.
Harry Siddons Mowbray, from Eudora, a tale of love, by Mary Bertha McKenzie Toland, Philadelphia, 1888.
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Silent musing on the hours passed.
Harry Siddons Mowbray, from Eudora, a tale of love, by Mary Bertha McKenzie Toland, Philadelphia, 1888.
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sprinkles </3
Love, can a reason you love me be because I really really like sprinkles? Can it be cute this time? One of my little quirks? Can you love that they make me so happy and feel like I’m 6 years old? Love, sprinkles make me really happy.
However, you make me happier.
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drexel-struggles: and it’s full of hot ivy league guys: Better lay off my Penn boy. Just got super protective right now.
walking through penn’s campus
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I honestly don’t understand how people find boyfriends/girlfriends Like it seems like some people just somehow Fall into relationships just like Oops I tripped into a pit of writhing bodies and one got velcro’d to me Is that how you do it That’s definitely what I did. P.S. That pit was called school. (Source: thespacecoyote, via tessaviolet)
My grandparent’s moved from Philadelphia to a rural 32 acre farm in Berks County in 1973. For the past 40 years they have made it a spectacular place of my heritage style. This morning we spent the morning helping with cleaning and tidying up, and spending time talking with my scholarly grandfather.
I want to make this type of history in our own home one day.
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I miss you a lot.
TEARS
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