We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.

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hippist:

youth-daughter

hippist:

youth-daughter

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I find beauty in all things authentic, pure, and eternal. And so I value honesty, I value holiness, and I value the soul.

Lauren Britt (via rainydaysandblankets)

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cleophatrajones:

yannickbrouwer:

This little company from Kenya makes toys from slippers that wash up on the beach. Pictures by Ben Curtis

How glorious is this?! Upcycling at its finest…

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“It’s a strange coincidence. The fact that Gatsby’s house is just across the bay.”

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It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.

Naguib Mahfouz  (via thatkindofwoman)

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but in your dreams, whatever they be,
dream a little dream of me
but in your dreams, whatever they be,

dream a little dream of me

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americangothgirl:

wanderlustingthoughts:

Look at this tree, man.

The Angel Oak Tree is estimated to be in excess of 1500 years old, stands 66.5 ft (20 m) tall, measures 28 ft (8.5 m) in circumference, and produces shade that covers 17,200 square feet (1,600 m2). From tip to tip Its longest branch distance is 187 ft.

Ancient being.

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The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists, as the mother can love the unborn child.

G. K. Chesterton (via nonjeneregrette)

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