Sumisa Lily's Surrender (sumisa-lily.tumblr.com)
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gastrogirl: german chocolate banana bread.
fattributes: Scones with Raisins & Lemon Zest
sweetoothgirl: Pumpkin Pie Spice Granola
sabonhomeblog:Bell’ alimento
naiiifa:
Good morning, lovelies. Have a magnificent day!
sumisa-lily:“So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.” ~Julio Alexi Genao
Interior Play
but you don't love me
fattributes: Peanut Butter and Jelly Muffins
fattributes: Savory Breakfast Rolls Drizzled with Béarnaise
gastronomicgoodies: Fontina, Bacon and Spinach Breakfast Pita Pizza
Please don’t stop…
sumisa-lily:Good morning lovelies! Have a magical Monday!
“Grace is wild. Grace unsettles everything. Grace overflows the banks. Grace messes up your hair. Grace is not tame.”-Doug Wilson
sumisa-lily: Hope? I don’t need your strength anymore. Because this morning, I stood on my roof as the sun chiseled its way into every single pore of my body, and I realized that I am made of flames, that if you touch me, you will burn—that I am
This Is A Love Story
quique72:
sumisa-lily:“Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself
via-appia: The ‘Ring of Minos’ from Knossos - depicts a goddess descending to earth and into a rowing boat with representations of tree worship. Minoan, Bronze Age
interiorplay: “All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon.” — Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to Scott: “Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda” (via kylelucia)
eloquentillusions:
:The intricacies of the lock mechanism, the key and the key hole, can be applied to life and the relationships…only the right key can fit into a specific key hole…as only the right soul fits with its other half…
ride fast or die
BAW
wordsnquotes: “To understand just one life, you have to swallow the world.” — Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children
magictransistor:Johann Michael Faust. Compendium Alchymist, Pandora Explicata & Figuris Illustrata. 1706.
sumisa-lily: “I will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyesto dash against darkness” ~ E.E. Cummings, Poems, 1923-1954
sumisa-lily: “Maggie and Milly and Molly and Maywent down to the beach (to play one day)and Maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, andMilly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers wereand
sumisa-lily: “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),It’s always our self we find in the sea.” ~ E.E. Cummings
Sumisa Lily's Surrender
♥ Mademoiselle Rose ♥
Daisies in the Dark
Extreme Leo Types
adreciclarte: X ray of a Lily, 1930 by Dain L. Tasker
my-cozy-library:Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life
my-cozy-library:
fullcravings: Creme Brulee Stout Mascarpone Stuffed Donuts Yeeeeessssss.
yumi-food: Original Glazed Donuts | The Work Top
fullcravings:Chocolate Old Fashioned Doughnuts
Feast Upon This!
“…Yet…I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is – we were made for these times.Yes. For years, we have
wishingwellfairytales: Telling a story about someone has enormous power - Michelle Dean
sumisa-lily: “I could ask him if he thinks “a lot” means the same as “too many”…I could tell him that he shouldn’t call a girl a slut because someday she might be somebody’s mother…maybe she’s a slut because she’s lonely, she’s
sumisa-lily:“He wants to use my body, to take advantage, and I want to let him. I want to be someone’s one night stand, some blithe slut… I want to allow myself to be like all those women I pretended to look down upon all my life, but whom I secretly
eternellementsensuelle: ‘I want to know that you moved and breathed in the same world with me.’ _ F. Scott Fitzgerald
putawaytheglobe: “Write the word. Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.” — Terry Tempest Williams, in When Women Were Birds
gyclli: Wald ** by HeikoGerlicher
Curiousorme’s Enchanted stirrings
sumisa-lily: A love poem about the most invisible woman The perfect mind, the perfect cover. I knew her, like… there was no other. No, I will never, her, forget. In pure blood - these words are set. She walks alone now, in my dreams, where no is never,
fattributes: Croissant Morning Buns
