the fierce people

never stop moving

[nonamenonewhatsoever]

[sol-une]

[kuchipachi]

When Anaïs Nin said “I don’t want worship. I want understanding,” and when George Orwell said “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood,” and when Marina Tsvetaeva said “In my early childhood, for as long as I can remember, I thought that I wanted to be loved. Now I know and tell everyone: I don’t need love, I need understanding.”

[visual-infinity]

michaelcgiordano

Pure Lunacy

[viinnttaaggee]

[seiitchi]

[70spostergirls]

Heather Locklear

[porcelainbaby]

I walked with you once upon a dream ♡

[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

The fair captive, 1965, Rene Magritte

[bnmxfld]

Florence + the Machine / Big God

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

Don’t settle for nice, for pleasant, for familiar. Keep looking until you find something that really moves you, that resonates with your core. And I mean this for people, for interests, for hobbies, for your possessions, clothes, music, books, art. Everything. Curate every aspect of your life, as much as you can. It’s in the things that deeply inspire us that we find ourselves. Surround yourself with truth, and you’ll have built yourself a heaven.

[artemisiasea]

[sgt-dignam]

MEN IN BLACK (1997) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

[cyberspace-saga]

“On April 20, 1970, the poet Paul Celan left his home in Paris, walked to a bridge over the River Seine, and jumped to his death. He left a biography of Hölderlin open on his desk, with the following words underlined: Sometimes this genius goes dark and sinks down into the bitter well of his heart. The sentence does not end there. Celan chose not to underline the rest: but mostly his apocalyptic star glitters wondrously.”

— Maggie Nelson, The Red Parts: a Memoir (via arcadiainteriorana)

[singulardreamscapes]

Hello Winter || Olympic Mountains || Sequim, WA

Photography by Haley Willner - please don’t remove source

[villassium]

[entactogenics]

“Be a poem without words, which can neither be read, nor seen, nor heard.”

— Mona Sa’udi, tr. by Kamal Boullata, from “I Grew Harder Than Tears,” (via violentwavesofemotion)