words are a strange magic.

mia. 24. ink-stained soul. on hiatus. (previously antebellamy & lordmxrphy)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you–and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created–out of five vowels and three consonants.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Nabokov, Letters to Véra, ed. and transl. Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd (Alfred A. Knopf, 2014)

[weltenwellen]

“James Baldwin, The Art of Fiction No. 78”, An Interview by Jordan Elgrably

[drawingdetail]

Mikhail Vrubel, The Artist’s Left Hand, 1882-83. Black chalk and charcoal on paper, 18.6 x 26.8 cm. The Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg. 

[depressed-linguist]

καλοψία

[ka-lop-se-a] Greek.

the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

[simena]

[pinkheartcoat]

if we were villains-m.l rio

[dorianspride]

[afabhysteria]

sick of having to pretend to know stuff about things. i don’t know anything about any stuff

[solaskoroleva]

happy holidays @honeyhusk !! 

“Let’s see. Live in a luxurious merch mansion, get waited on by servants, spend a little extra time with a budding demolitions expert who plays a mean flute? I guess I can manage it.”

I’m sorry for this beeing late! I was your six of crows secret santa this time!! 🎄 I hope you like this ♡

[fuckwhoyoucamewith]

it’s never too late to start again. 5pm on a thursday can be your new monday. you don’t have to wait until the new year to better yourself. time is an illusion, don’t forget that. just because you woke up at 1pm, it doesn’t mean you messed your whole day up and that you can’t turn the mood around. it’s never too late to start again!!!!!

[littlered247]

Something I’ve realised working in retail is that………..ppl just don’t fucking read……

[waitinghopingliving]

all customers are jared, 19

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

Ai Weiwei from Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry

[thelegendofclarke]

“Before she goes to sleep at night. She waters the flowerpots and, in the veranda’s strong light, the outline of her body shows through her spiderspun nightgown. You cannot tell her from the flowers.”

— Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from “What One Loves,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

not enough movies about art heists

[theselfcarelifestyle]

In 2019 I wish you loud uncontrollable laughter and smiles that make your eyes crease. I wish you messy hugs with drunk friends and the warmth of a strangers kindness. I wish you red hot passion for the things that make you happy and ‘I love you’s from the people who matter.

[crooked-queen]

“I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set.”

— Moss Angel The Undying, Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog  (via weltenwellen)

[cosmic-storm]