Reverie.

Bronwyn insta: wynwynsitch

[fate]

Loving Vincent (2017)

[wordsnquotes]

“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.”

— Peggy Toney Horton | @wordsnquotes

[thelovejournals]

I think of you so often you have no idea.

James Joyce, Ulysses. (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, I search the liquid sound of your steps all day. I hunger for your sleek laugh, For your hands the color of the wild grain, I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight Looking for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barren wilderness.

Pablo Neruda, I Crave Your Mouth. (via thelovejournals)

[synqra]

frank by michael mayren

[bled]

via weheartit

[gosh]

“Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via coral)

[greatestnorthern]

“Hey, mom. Did you feel emotional the first time you drove in Sacramento?”

Lady Bird (2017) dop. Sam Levy dir. Greta Gerwig

[earth]

[blackpeoplefashion]

not to be dramatic but frank ocean deserves to be in an art museum

[frachella]

[davykesey]

[wordsnquotes]

I am the creator of my very own self and I intend to treat me like my greatest masterpiece.

Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself (via wordsnquotes)

[holipal]

[wordsnquotes]

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth — I count that something of a miracle.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via wordsnquotes)

[aestheticgoddess]

The Face of Peace, Pablo Picasso

[joeinct]

Smokers, Paris, by Gérald Bloncourt, 1954