Kathryn

I like holding hands, riding bikes & watering plants. Yoga Adventures Instagram

[danicostelo]

Snowfall in Lynn Canyon 

North Vancouver, BC

Dani Costelo Photography

December 2017

[reihunt]

[mjalti]

second base is me letting you borrow one of the books out of my home library

[quotemadness]

“The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”

— Milan Kundera

[boykeats]

what's your opinion on like being too pretentious?

you think oscar wilde’s gucci floral suit wearing angel ass spent his last gay breath making a witty remark about the wallpaper so that we could all live like a bunch of repressed 16th century puritans? are those glisteningly fresh rose petals going to throw themselves all over your scarlet chaise lounge and fake fur duvet? is that first edition of albert camus you bought at a thrift shop in paris going to lovingly read itself? y'all are really out there saying god gave us the ability to order cinnamon cappuccinos and buy herringbone tweed blazers and recite ovid to our friends only so we could not do those things? as it is with all paths in life, so long as you’re self-aware and not bothering or hurting anyone, you go ahead and be as pretentious as you want! it’s so much fun!!

[rachaeldee]

oh my god laura i am HERE FOR THIS

[adamsimons]

[remychanteloup]

ireland on film; feb. & march 2018.

[inabasket]

I’m a big fan of that post-laundry feeling when you’ve got all your A-list clothes back in the game.

[love]

[h-o-r-n-g-r-y]

“She sips her coffee, sets it down, stretches her arms. This is one of the most singular experiences, waking on what feels like a good day, preparing to work but not yet actually embarked. At this moment there are infinite possibilities, whole hours ahead.”

— Michael Cunningham, The Hours 

[kernducote]

[leave-me-colourless]

[90sclubkid]

constant mood: coffee will fix it

[soiecerise]

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

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via thelovejournals)

[lemusesick]

Visit Original Link

[lesgardenias]

Sonnet 130 - Shakespeare Read by: Alan Rickman

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head; I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks; I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.   And yet by heaven I think my love as rare   As any she belied with false compare.

[calmandtalented]

this is a masterpiece

[houndsister]

This can never die. Gives me chills every time.

[different-landscapes]

[inahiddenplace]

being an adult is just… calling people that’s literally it… just calling people you don’t want to call about problems you don’t want to have to be solving.. it’s disgusting