mist.

When was the last time you felt all the elements?

[begumbengi]

long, absurd drive home.

Warm Blooded Lizard 11 Bandida by Nym

Different League by Manu Crook$ [Prod. Miracle]

Too Deep by R I T U A L

Some Nights 2.0 Refix by Raymnd Lédon

I Dont Need Another Lover by Billie Black

Young Lost Love by Appleby

Please by Posey

There Is A Bed In My Head by Mounika

The Hamptons by Little Simz 

Paradise by N I G H T S

-

hepsi.

[finita--la--commedia]

I swim under my own breathing.

Abbas Beydoun (born 1945), from “The mail of steps”, translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa (via finita--la--commedia)

[kellmichele]

the universe has a crazy way of working out and right now i need to just trust that

[begumbengi]

who would u ride through the desert with at the end of the fuckin' world?

-

Biker Blues by Fitnessglo

Rains Of Castamere by The National

It's All Over by Johnny Cash

In The Pines by Brian Reitzell Feat. Mark Lanegan

I Cant Hear You by The Dead Weather

Long Distance Call by Muddy Waters

Killer Queen by Fil Bo Riva

Red Riding Hood by Elysian Fields

Soldiers Eyes by Jack Savoretti

Runnin' Down A Dream by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Bloodhound by The Donkeys

Furnace Room Lullaby by Neko Case

Cold Ground by Rusty Truck

-

his hands are weak, his body empty, but his horse knows the way and he prays he makes it there before the Good Lord decides to take him away.

HEPSİ.

[begumbengi]

J’ai besoin de changer d’atmosphère, et mon atmosphère, c’est toi.

- I need to change atmosphere, and my atmosphere is you. -

-

Петров by Андрей

Suzanne by Françoise Hardy

Ménilmontant by Gus Viseur

Manchester Et Liverpool by Marie Laforet

Le Parc De Plaisir by Midnight In Paris Ost

Maria Ninguem by Brigitte Bardot

Les Fauves (1967) by Cléo

Manchester Et Liverpool by Franck Pourcel

J'aurais Voulu by Francoise Hardy

HEPSİ.

[oscarwildesuggestions]

Do it for the aesthetic. Do everything for the aesthetic. Aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing, and even it is pointless.

[adrasteiax]

“I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter,”

— Louise Glück, from Persephone The Wanderer in “Poems 1962-2012″

[senbalikdegilsinki-deactivated2]

Çok mu korkulu, sancılı, çok mu vazgeçmiş, çok mu eskidenmiş, çok mu çizgilenmiş yüzün? Çok mu güzel diktiler hayatını, çok mu sıkı. Çok mu hiç çözülmez, çok mu başkası giremez, başkası seni göremez, anlamaz, dinlemez, çok mu kesin sınırlar, duvarlar çok mu yüksek?

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I see what we are: hallucinations.”

— Octavio Paz, tr. by Gregory Mcnamee, from “Four Black Poplars,”

[onetwofeb]

Ursula K. Le Guin’s writing routine

[purplebuddhaproject]

“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[finita--la--commedia]

“The world, a labyrinth of objects mislaid and forgotten”

— Lars Gustafsson (1936-2016), from “Elegy On Objects Mislaid and Forgotten”, translated from the Swedish by Christopher Middleton, Yvonne L. Sandstroem, Bill Brookshire, and Philip Martin in “Elegies, Poems 1968-1996″

[imagination]

There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 am with it’s empty streets and cold wind.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

then what is emptiness for[?] To fill, fill.

Robert Creeley, from “The Language,” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley: 1945-1975 (University of California Press, 1982)

[iameverysparklywoman]

how can you even be a woman without going absolutely batshit insane

[kaszewskah]

[cheruib]

melancholically beautiful things:

empty perfume bottles

abandoned castles

pressed flowers

old books with dust all over them

walking all alone in a museum hall

languages that humanity no longer uses

stars, the moon, the entire universe and its secrets