la luna y lucia

a collection of things that speak to me

[cabincalico]

breads! 🍞🍓🍯

[lalunastudies]

shots of edinburgh

[spindlewit]

a little shelter.

[process on patreon]

[ripe]

sunsetoned on ig

[electricluvv]

went to a local farmers market/garden center 🍓☁️

[tkkatherineblog]

Inst @erikahausser

[samhorine]

the eternal city - july 2016

[industrialwonders]

[faengelia]

[lobbygrl]

Cypresses Vincent van Gogh, 1889

[slideofthetimes]

June 1969 // landscape // Pacific Northwest

[myfairynuffstuff]

Irina Cumberland (b.1975) -  Sea Diamonds 22. 2018. Oil on canvas.

[bansheehaunt]

By Hideshi Hino (日野日出志)

[ryebreadgf]

when people ask me what i want to do with my life i'm like. i wanna wear an ugly expensive coat to go grocery shopping at lidl... and uhh take a bath with someone who loves me... write a children's book that my lover illustrates.... be an extra in an a24 movie starring robert pattinson... be kissed on the eyelids.... blow on a spoonful of soup before eating it... own a pair of shiny patent leather loafers... thanks so much <3

[awrldalone]

some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm

[starr-luxee]

You are all of the things you love. You are the cluttered bookshelf that is piled high with worn, tired books. You are that delicate tea-cup that you have to clean by hand when everything else goes in the dishwasher. You are the moon and the sun. You are the flowers speckled with rain. You are the Earth and the people that live on it, with hearts of gold and diamonds in their eyes. You are the things that make you happy, that make you smile, those moments where time stops and you are left alone in space. You are all of the things you love, and if that's so, it means you love yourself, because you are yourself.

[oamul]