still sane

breathe. love. forgive. laugh. close your eyes and take it in.

[ourheatisgospel]

(via (3) Image reblogged from @lifeonsundays – @tobiasforms on Tumblr)

[existential-celestial]

Raymond Carver, “Rain,” in All of Us: The Collected Poem

[emiliekastell]

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

[miss-bazaar]

Bretagne, France

[stylishblogger]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She had this way of magnifying one’s simple words and experiences. One would hand her a bit of information as dull as a lump of lead. She would hand it back glittering like diamonds. I always felt on leaving her that I had drunk two glasses of an excellent champagne. She was a life-enhancer. That was one of her own favorite phrases.

Harold Nicolson, on Virginia Woolf, featured in Virginia Woolf: A Biography (via expeditum)

[anadventurousdutchflower]

[celeritious]

Untitled by Simon Meisinger

[hemingwayanyway]

@justin_peck on Instagram. Ballet is just so beautiful

[hemingwayanyway]

[miraclenwaizu]

[hemingwayanyway]

The Signs as Liminal Places

Aries: A rock concert bathroom, the walls are shaking from the bass.

Taurus: The White Castle drive-thru at night. The speaker is buzzing and no one is at the window. Your car lights aren't on anymore.

Gemini: Under a bridge while it's raining. The cars are rumbling overhead almost as loud as the thunder. It's not cold.

Cancer: The bedding section of a department store. Music doesn't make it this far, the only sound you hear is your hand running across a white duvet.

Leo: Your living room at four a.m. The sun is trying to rise but the mist outside is too thick. Your television is on but the sound was turned off hours ago.

Virgo: The first gas station on your personal road trip, a bell makes an unfamiliar ding as you walk in. There's nothing here that you need.

Libra: After the last movie of the night. The lights are shutting off in odd places of the theatre and you're still holding your 3-D glasses.

Scorpio: The door and window section at a hardware store. Old school music plays from far overhead making it muted but audible. The section checkout desk is empty.

Sagittarius: A small town laundry mat that should've been shut down years ago. You can hear pool balls rolling on a table as the owner plays alone.

Capricorn: A straight stretch on a road with no streetlights. You don't know how fast you're going and it doesn't matter-there hasn't been a soul in twenty miles.

Aquarius: The small airport where you catch your connecting flight. Every now and then you hear the wheels of a suitcase skate across the laminate. It's bright in the terminal but you can feel the darkness of night seeping through the glass.

Pisces: The brightly colored fun-center of Wal-mart. Every so many minutes a crane game begins playing on it's own.

[takemetothemtn-deactivated20130]

So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges (via 7mayforever)

[hemingwayanyway]

Current vibes - give this guy a listen :)

[yoursummerdreamz]

[birdasaurus]

Lucy Williams