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Comparison is the thief of joy.

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On the set of Dead Poets Society (1989).

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Oh to be a medieval apothecary and have dried herbs in little jars all through my dimly-lit shop

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c1890 Dragon Stick Pin

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𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚞, 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 (𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟽𝟸)

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“We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.”

— Eleanor Roosevelt

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once you stop looking, things find you

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“this reminded me of you” is one of the sweetest things someone can tell you. you’re in their thoughts frequently enough for them to see pieces of you in a song they listened to or a book they read or even in the character of a show they’re watching

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girlie you can't give up you don't have the mansion with a secret library yet

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Anthony Van Dyck | Portrait of a Woman with Roses (detail), 1635-39

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“Love” by Toni Morrison.

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Frontispiece from The Blue Poetry Book by Lancelot Speed (1891)

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If i had a husband and he really loved me he would buy me an old victorian mansion.