Life of lust

Lea. 21. Croatia. Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.

[won-der-land89]

[attach-blog1]

[xgorgeouschaosx]

[lindanotlinda]

[twenty-dollar-nose-bleed]

[sift]

[falling-forward]

I haven’t been able to get this enchanting image out of my mind. 📷 Ernst Haas, View from Notre Dame, Paris 1955

[imagination]

[melisica]

[palmandlaser]

From Showcase of Interior Design: Pacific Edition (1992)

[lucoli]

[love-personal]

[silly-luv]

[luxbrumaliss-deactivated2025011]

[thequotejournals]

I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.

Neil Gaiman, Ocean at the End of the Lane (via thequotejournals)

[sentimentalboy-ismy-nomdeplume]

Nothing’s ever the same,” she said. “Be it a second later or a hundred years. It’s always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at The End of the Lane (p. 164)

[cinemahall-blog]