İn Vino Veritas

[heavymountain]

Sliding is our first desire ;) #blues #sexy

[sensualcuriosity]

[sensualcuriosity]

“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being

[heavymountain]

That’s the spirit ;)

[heavymountain]

When you touch, she is falling like a sand and burning like a fire :) Acrilico, carboncino e grafite su cartoncino 2015

[dailypsychologyfacts]

8 Things Narcissists Fear | psych2go x Jin Kim

Let us know if you guys like this style! :)

[heavymountain]

Very helpful to understand popular culture-consumerism hegemony - side effect to our evolution, result of hegemony and its human behavior codeing.

[create-a-positive-mind]

[heavymountain]

This one goes for the goddesses who forgot how to raise her wings temporarily. She may surrounded by the narcissist but Blues will elevate her again. its all about shining within the blurriness. Just like the moon :) or how sexy can you get? >:)

[erllore]

[murallamuerta]

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[heavymountain]

Similar with overthinking and loosing your gravity while trying to find new patterns.

[la-petitefille-deactivated20210]

four types of souls

wandering soul: cozy sweaters, scribbled-in notebooks, faded polaroids, saved ticket stubs, mismatching shoelaces, pulling over to take pictures of the mountains or the sea

daydreamy soul: black and white films, gazing out the window, vintage postcards, old couples holding hands, lace doilies, storing jewelry in a heart-shaped box

poet soul: pencil shavings, phrases written on your hand, people watching, books stacked by the window, enamel pins, circling favourite words in a dictionary

forest soul: birdsong, flowers placed in braids, the smell before rain, spontaneous hikes, woven bracelets, being barefoot in the grass

[alrauna]

Emma Mitchell (@silverpebble2)

[heavymountain]

The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered leaf the moon Is blown across the stormy bay. Etched clear upon the pallid sand Lies the black boat: a sailor boy Clambers aboard in careless joy With laughing face and gleaming hand. And overhead the curlews cry, Where through the dusky upland grass The young brown-throated reapers pass, Like silhouettes against the sky. by Oscar Wilde

[sessizelif-deactivated20180702]

Soha - Mil Pasos

[heavymountain]

Tango may not make you stronger but more passionate ;)

[theartofmany]

Artist: Daniel Liang Title: Chinatown Outstanding…

[grantcary]

#mood

[heavymountain]

When the doors of your perception open, you will see the infinity of everything which you ll lose your ego and nihilism. Than you will love and share.

[heavymountain]

Where ever we run we find the sea :)

[heavymountain]

"Being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing."

— Pablo Neruda