where the green things are.


A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring...
H.D. Thoreau. 

via: henrique gendre-abrand. fashiongonerogue. sageamdstyle. Dree HemingwayVogue UK June 2011.


MaeMae Paperie said...

is it just me or is d.Barrymore becoming so beautiful?

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