with a freckle dusted nose and eyes like honey

Diary of the sky:
Today it felt like summer. The sky was a perfect, cloudless blue.

❝

Your head is a living forest full of song birds.

— e.e. cummings (via coffeeislovely)

You’re the only place that feels like home.

From Francesco Maria Preti’s biography

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