Corrupted truth

[maudit]

[mutedtempest]

[windflowerfairy]

To bed, deep dream sleep.Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.

Sylvia Plath‏ (via windflowerfairy)

[gbhphotography-deactivated20190]

@gill.hen on instagrammmmmmm for more photos :)))

[trefoiled-deactivated20260516]

C.Macbeth

[seabois]

[mesineto]

[mesineto]

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[two-solitudes-deactivated201810]

From dreams we have learned that feelings are large and spacious. […] the dream can give us a single expansive mood of sun and blissfulness in which sadnesses nonetheless exist, rise up like weeping birches and bend away from the open skies with a hundred branches and ripple down through the winds with quiet lament. […] tenderness and longing and infinitely fragile happiness…

Rainer Maria Rilke, from an entry dated ‘Saturday, 10 November 1900,” Diaries of a Young Poet, trans. by Edward Snow and Michael Winkler (W.W. Norton & Co., 1997)

[senscollage]

[quotespile]

But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

Anthony Marra, A Constellation Of Vital Phenomena (via quotespile)

[morobook]

Morocco.Marrakech.Street scene.1998

[mesineto]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

[raysofthesun]

[superbnature]

[acoolsuggestion]

honestly the best feeling ever is realizing you’re not sad anymore over something you thought you would never get over

[hobojane]

Inside the Santiago Home of Poet Pablo Neruda