5 AM

you've gotten into my bloodstream

[blanc-pelican]

[hiddenshores]

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via hiddenshores)

[just-wanna-travel]

[onelastcandle]

[fromanotherroom]

Visit Original Link

[the-wind-cries-aimee]

Visit Original Link

[mymodernmet]

Mesmerizing “Time Slice” Photos Show Single Locations at Different Times of Day

[uptional]

[universal-invariants]

[youreonlyastrangeronce]

[grace--upon--grace]

Kathryn Blair

[thoughtkick]

And even if we never talk again, please remember that I’m forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me.

Chasing Amy (via featherumbrellas)

[tamper]

[coffeepeople]

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

[nevahosking]

 @smallfragment in me sketchbook ✨

[yourcoldclay-deactivated2018012]

I decided, enough pain….I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment

[taimerai]

untitled by :: K a t e :: on Flickr.