Eye of the soul

And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.

We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

George Bernard Shaw (via legendarypao)

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Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

C.S. Lewis

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librorummeum:

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The trees know, for they are old and they have seen it all before.

The Distant Hours by Kate Morton (via thebookishdark)

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martamara:

E’ buio. È tutto. In lontananza qualcuno canta.

In lontananza.

Neruda

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