(by Dileyla)
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Kiana Khansmith
official daine visual archive
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$LAYYYTER

if i look back, i am lost
KIROKAZE

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shark vs the universe
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
Interview Vampire Daily

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
occasionally subtle
Color Me Curious
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Origami Around
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Doug Jones

blake kathryn
The Stonewall Inn
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@groommyego
(by Dileyla)
“That country whose people are Autumn people, thinking only Autumn thoughts.” Thank you Ray Bradbury.
via weheartit
i’m not mysterious and interesting enough. i’ve got to raise my standards. i’ve got to start shrouding myself in black cloaks and listening exclusively to gregorian chants. i have to refuse to read anything that isn’t in ancient greek or russian. i need to give enigmatic replies like “you’ll know soon enough” or “at the moment that’s none of your concern”
People say “phase” like impermanence means insignificance. Show me a permanent state of the self.
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
Franz Kafka (via degasdad)
kevin pabel
Matheus Plentz Photo: Cristiano Madureira
Schloss Schönbrunn, Vienna, Austria
The darkness had arranged itself into something that resembled intent.
Jeff VanderMeer, Borne (via twoclaws)
“you must not think of flowers
(…)
forgive the roses and me”
– Frank O'Hara, from The Collected Poems; “To My Dead Father,”
Listen man I’m just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself .
samuel cirnansck spfw 2017.
And all this time she was torn by wild desires, by rage, by hatred. The trim folds of her dress hid a heart in turmoil, and her reticent lips told nothing of the storm.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via introspectivepoet)
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Allen Ginsberg, “Transcription of Organ Music,” Howl (via millionen)