arbores loqui latine

nell || xxi || nomad at the moment "so many books, so little time" frank zappa

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Mary Rose O’Reilley, from Half Wild: Poems of M. R. O.; “The Lost Child,”

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Lake District Cottages

[softwaring]

[albayruela]

[bnmxfld]

You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.

C. JoyBell C. (via bnmxfld)

[bnmxfld]

John Green / Paper Towns

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[filson]

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[jameshobart]

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

[naturaekos]

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via naturaekos)

[gnossienne]

Milan Kundera, Ignorance:A Novel

[thunderstruck9]

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Vue sur la mer à Tahiti [View of the Sea, Tahiti], 1930. Pen and India ink on paper, 25.1 x 32.6 cm.

[soracities]

But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move my living limbs into the world without too much pain, can still marvel at how the dog runs straight toward the pickup trucks break-necking down the road, because she thinks she loves them, because she’s sure, without a doubt, that the loud roaring things will love her back

Ada Limón, from ‘The Leash’ (via soracities)

[brutalgeneration]

[expressions-of-nature]

Užava Parish, Latvia by Marek Steins