le temps perdu

hue of blue gif ⓒ merriells

[novemberschopin]

大阪市内の桜 by igu

[hisafoto]

Niigata Summer Niigata Leica IIIb + Summar 50mm F2.0, FUJI業務100

Niigata Summer シリーズ

[adrasteiax]

Be merciful until you can’t be. Until you feel your heart begin to harden into a bullet. Then use that bullet.

Clementine von Radics, from Untitled 3 in “Mouthful Of Forevers” (via adrasteiax)

[ask--you]

2016.10.02

[starrover]

“September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951 (via writemeanna)

[lukepownall]

[expressions-of-nature]

White Azalea by RMGC

[seanika]

[amanotomoki]

夜のバス停

[joshuahoering]

Claude Monet Vétheuil dans le brouillard, c. 1908 lithograph

[wellconstructedsentences]

Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s the core of monster making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.

Black Telephone by Richard Siken (via willemsragnarsson)

[cloudedcamera-]

小さな世界 by ｉｗａｋｕｒａ ｓｈｉｏｒｉ on Flickr.

[malnote]

(David Ryle: Taking Pictures — Collateから)

[egillbjarki]

Central, Hong Kong 2016

[takeuchiitsuka]

#3037

[annietarasova]

[zyu10]

Kyoto, Japan, 2015