I’m Just Saying You Could Do Better

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000)

[virginiewoolf]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[titsay]

[phaxes]

[lifeinpoetry]

We emerge from sleep singular— then find each other. And that is the best way of waking.

— Tamiko Beyer, from “Tankas for What Comes Together,” Last Days

[hydrotoxicity]

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”

[thelonelyplayboy]

[flyinggfoxxx]

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via herooftheabyss)

[thesadghostclub]

if not then who am I?

the sad ghost club

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[dailyghibli]

[thunderstruck9]

Louise Hearman (Australian, b. 1963), Untitled #1378, 2012. Oil on canvas, 34 x 61 cm.

[btterflyarchive]

[americanperfekt]

[lionfloss]

via @still.life

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[compulsive]