الحياة مستمرة

[detailedart]

Van Gogh, nights and blues.

[photosbygy-deactivated20200605]

can my thoughts leave me alone for five minutes

[tiredbtw]

when phoebe bridgers said i don't know what i want till i fuck it up

[thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva]

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[sunsounds]

“How do I stop carrying everything that has ever happened to me?”

— Blythe Baird, Concerns From a Hot-Boxed Jeep, found in If My Body Could Speak (via angelealowes)

[heavensghost]

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “Do I contradict myself? Very well then….I contradict myself; I am large….I contain multitudes.”]

[thebaddiebible]

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[jfaisal]

[sustancy]

[mespropremots]

Je rêve de toi

I dream of you

[jaguar]

[labella-instagram]

[neckkiss]

1001 Grams (2014)

[goodreadss]

“I’d leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn’t already know the way home.”

— Iain Thomas, The B-Train (via goodreadss)