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To travel is to live.
━ Hans Christian Andersen (via aestheticintrovert)

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christopherrobinblog:

Sunshine exploring in my Tilly Sunburst Triangl Swimwear

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Sunshine exploring in my Tilly Sunburst Triangl Swimwear

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Enjoying my cold pressed chai vanilla dream from pureglowcleanse.com.au
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Enjoying my cold pressed chai vanilla dream from pureglowcleanse.com.au

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Jobs fill your pocket. Adventures fill your soul.
━ Jaime Lyn Beatty (via elige)

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Colour.

Colour.

Colour is the most important thing to me. Without colour I cannot see, to you all it is a word. To me, it is my breathe. I feel the air move past my face, I see it bend and flow with the light. Colour is not simply there, it is extraordinarily there.

Until this day and forever onwards a colour has followed me, tip toed behind me and whistled to itself. This colour does not exist in your books. It does ask to be labelled. IT WILL NOT STAND FOR THE IDEA THAT IT COULD BE MATERIALISED. It is purple in the cool blue light, orange in the raw fire of the drowning sun. It is green in the rainy city lights. A chocolate brown in the comfort of my bedroom.

This colour is not mine, I did not ask for it. I did not wish it upon myself nor others. This colour is her. The sweet smell and flowing love that is her hair. This is my beautiful girl.

christopherrobinblog:

Colour.

Colour.

Colour is the most important thing to me. Without colour I cannot see, to you all it is a word. To me, it is my breathe. I feel the air move past my face, I see it bend and flow with the light. Colour is not simply there, it is extraordinarily there.

Until this day and forever onwards a colour has followed me, tip toed behind me and whistled to itself. This colour does not exist in your books. It does ask to be labelled. IT WILL NOT STAND FOR THE IDEA THAT IT COULD BE MATERIALISED. It is purple in the cool blue light, orange in the raw fire of the drowning sun. It is green in the rainy city lights. A chocolate brown in the comfort of my bedroom.

This colour is not mine, I did not ask for it. I did not wish it upon myself nor others. This colour is her. The sweet smell and flowing love that is her hair. This is my beautiful girl.

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Cutey with a Booty

This is what happens when I brush my teeth.

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Cutey with a Booty

This is what happens when I brush my teeth.

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