These Are The Days, We Are The Times

The Salt Of My Blood Is That Of The Ocean, And So We Are One.

[dbeachb]

[wordsnquotes]

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

The person you think of when you are looking at the moon is the person you are in love with.

jxnuh (via wnq-writers)

[babeimgonnaleaveu]

James Dean in his apartment on West 68th Street, New York City, 1955.

[thequotejournals]

We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else’s mind.

Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life (via thequotejournals)

[dbeachb]

Tingled unexpectedly when I looked at your picture.

[thelovejournals]

I exist in two places.     here, and where you are.

Margaret Atwood, “Corpse Song” (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I would love you in any shape, in any world, with any past. Never doubt that.

Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You (via thelovejournals)

[wordsnquotes]

Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

Mandy Hale (via wordsnquotes)

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[gatakka]

Sesshū Tōyō - Haboku sansui,1495.

[permacultureandhomesteading]

[nycbambi]

Ultimate. Babes. Enough said. @dianasilverss @colesprouse📷 @nycbambi 

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[dbeachb]

(via whosurdaddynj)

[inthelowlight-blog]

Cathedral Hands, Rodin, Musee Rodin

[sinkingtraveller]

Installation at UT Austin by Jasmine Kay Uy

[wnq-writers]

“Tell me everything about you. Tell me your secrets and share your darkness. Tell me the stories of pain and laughter that moulded you into the person whom I love.”

thefallenleavesofautumn  (via wnq-writers)