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Maple Candied Apples

Maple Candied Apples

— 11 hours ago

"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves."
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via observando)

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— 2 days ago with 1733 notes

Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from “Your Shoulders Hold Up the World,” →

metaphorformetaphor:


A time comes when you can no longer say: my God.
A time of total cleaning up.
A time when you no longer can say: my love.
Because love proved useless.
And the eyes don’t cry.
And the hands do only rough work.
And the heart is dry.
[…]
It is obvious you no longer know how to suffer.
And you want nothing from your friends.
[…]
A time comes when life is an order.
Just life, without any escapes.

—Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from “Your Shoulders Hold Up the World,” The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (Ecco, 2010)

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— 3 days ago with 26 notes

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johnnyhskim:

Nat King Cole Trio - ‘Tis Autumn

Nat King Cole - Piano, Vocal
Irving Ashby - Guitar
Joe Comfort - Bass

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