Constant Wanderlust

Boston, MA-based illustrator, graphic designer, I'll-try-any-craft-er, gardener/flower grower, and dog owner. Prints can be found at: HeritageCurrentCo.
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Visiting a dear friend and her baby boy at her beautiful farm house (at Tempel Farms)

I want to live in a white farm house with green shutters someday. Probably not going to happen (hey, got to take taxes, utilities, ease of commute, and good schools into account first, right?) but that’s the dream.

Sidenote: kudos to you for visiting your new-mom friend.

It’s hard enough making friends as an adult (seriously, why did all mine move elsewhere after college?!) without the added social isolation of having a young child. #speakingfromexperience #pplonlytalkontheinternetsandthroughtxts

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Animal tea party, 1903-1910 (since there is a teddy bear present, a hot fad that debuted in 1903, it couldn’t have been earlier) (via)

I never had a tea party with such illustrious (and numerous) guests when I was younger.

Totally jealous.

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Bill Brandt

BS9, circa 1939-1943

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I love little lanes and back alleyways. Maybe because Boston has plenty of its own, just like other old cities all over the world.


17th-century Manor House, Oxfordshire, England, property of Philip Mould, art dealer and broadcaster.

Can I get a mini version of this? Mildly obsessed with living in an old stone house some day (and disregarding the numerous, expensive problems inherent in an old dwelling…).

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  • GIRL ONE: OMG how are you?
  • GIRL TWO: Oh, hi, I'm fi-- you know what, actually, I'm a miserable sack of shit, to be honest.

Trafalgar Square, maybe?

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Fall and winter = re-read Harry Potter time

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im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh

I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.

I hope that last part is true.

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