Vape, Nakano 中野
One Nice Bug Per Day

Andulka
styofa doing anything

if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
NASA

@theartofmadeline
hello vonnie
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Kiana Khansmith
Xuebing Du

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Kaledo Art

Discoholic 🪩
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
dirt enthusiast
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Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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@crowith
Vape, Nakano 中野
Wake Up Prague | Czech Republic (by Agnieszka Dargiel)
i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i feel lonely
A la lune
Un chapitre s'est fermé
béni soit le numéro deux
la lune se cache
the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
“I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.”
— Dulce Maria Loynaz (via theotreptos)
““Someone said to me once that a cigarette at the right moment is better than all the ideals in the world.””
— Erich Maria Remarque, Flotsam
(by Matheo JBT) | {Instagram}
“I surrender myself to everything. I love, I feel pain, I struggle. The world seems to me wider than the mind, my heart a dark and almighty mystery.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Richard Howard, from “The Rock Garden,”
“Insanity hovered close at hand, like an eager waiter at an expensive restaurant.”
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Art by JaeCheol Park
I was like a fish out of water; I lost all my energies, all my faculties…I really was beginning to lose my senses — that is a fact. I felt it; the ruin of my nerves often drove me to the very edge of things’.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Mikhail Dostoevsky, written c. January 1847 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Stop Running - (n.d. / Oil on canvas) - Mia Bergeron