Reminiscent.

This is not me anymore. My light has broken through the darkness. Personal Tumblr: cannibalisticmoonfox

[lexiimoo]

Out of the darkness came my light...

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[khlorophyll]

[gliocchimarronidifaith]

Il cuore batte ancora, inevitabilmente irrefrenabile.

[diaryofacreativehoarder]

[artsyfartsyartsy]

[lovelustquotes]

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[melisica]

[d-a-l-t-o-n-i-s-m-o]

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[recondithe]

[colorfulgradients]

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[brxkenpetal]

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

(I saw this boy that looked completely alike Van Gogh and I couldn’t resist taking a picture, he was drawing)

[brxkenpetal]

in a room full of art, i would still stare at you

[photography-cnl]

The Enchanted Land Part 2 by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen

[coral]

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via feellng)