breathless *

i'm too intense, too often. † † † † i'm an open book, for those who speak the language.

[arthoesunshine]

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

[makomoriz]

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

[victoriamsalazar]

[thingsorganizedneatly]

Sculptures of desserts by a high school ceramics class.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“March is a month of storms and lust.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Almond Blossoms and Beyond; “Like a Hand Tattoo In An Ode,”

[etrangere]

Sorry I’m late I was touching soft moss on a stone wall

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My tears ache to become stars,

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[winstons-and-enochs]

jessica brilli’s art reminds me of david hockney.

[anodetoforever]

Photo by cokebatrina

[nevver]

Camera obscura, KangHee Kim

[indigopapers]

tender is // a quiet moment

[tenderleelee]

“Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.”

— Yara Bashraheel 

[desireforart-deactivated2015081]

[waterwithlemon-please]

“The sun seeped into every pore, satiating every querulous fiber of me into a great glowing golden peace.”

—

S.PLATH

(via punlovsin)

[indigopapers]

spent the night in the desert with my love // via instagram @barepaws

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Let The Sunshine In (2017) dir. by Claire Denis

[anditslove]

“There’s unconditional love there. You hear that phrase a lot but it’s real with me and her… She loves me in spite of everything, in spite of myself. She has saved my life more than once. She’s always been there with her love, and it has certainly made me forget the pain for a long time, many times. When it gets dark and everybody’s gone home and the lights are turned off, it’s just me and her.”

—

Johnny Cash  (via thelovejournals)

[sashaburns]

wishing i was on a balcony in italy, wearing a long floral dress, eating fresh fruit, and staring at the sunset and landscape below me