lauresque

Hi, I'm Laura, lifestyleblogger on: http://www.lauresque.com

[petalier]

© あき  sometimes I like rainy day.

[thefilthyyouth]

(by hui+)

[mood9088]

[amortizing]

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.

Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via amortizing)

[strwberree]

Via @ michelledelrio

[petalier]

@WeHeartIt /wildflowers0ul

[laur3sque]

and now i try to observe every bruise or scar and listen to the stories they whisper i read my skin as i would yours or his or hers i travel back in time as i trace the freckles dots and spots and lines that meander up my spine i see you, i say i hear you, i say i know you, i say i look at every bruise and scar and i shall no longer blame or shame i listen i hear i understand my skin is a map it has stories to tell it holds tales for you to see, to hear (at Amsterdam, Netherlands) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpzZAxNBIoY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dinpomdsv4az

[5oil]

[birdasaurus]

Dello Studio

[laur3sque]

is it true you are a nut?

yes

[wordsnquotes]

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

Ram Dass (via wnq-writers)

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BXSjntzgo9_/

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, / and frightening that it does not quite. / What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

Jack Gilbert, from The Collected Poems; “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[v-o-g-u-e-i-s-a-r-t]

SPAIN. Madrid. 1993.

© Ferdinando Scianna

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BWY_Y8LA9xx/

[nevahosking]

[thequotejournals]

Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. It’s me that’s out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there’s somewhere I do belong, but I just can’t find it.

L.J. Smith, The Awakening (via thequotejournals)