“The afternoon flew by — quiet, unnoticed. The book slipped out of my hands, and I looked around the room — how many hours had passed? two, or three? — the room basked in the warmth of the summer sun. It, most certainly, was past four...”
Peter Solarz
dirt enthusiast

shark vs the universe

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
styofa doing anything
Three Goblin Art
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros
Stranger Things

#extradirty
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Origami Around

@theartofmadeline

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Cosimo Galluzzi
AnasAbdin
Xuebing Du

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@lvnderes
“The afternoon flew by — quiet, unnoticed. The book slipped out of my hands, and I looked around the room — how many hours had passed? two, or three? — the room basked in the warmth of the summer sun. It, most certainly, was past four...”
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
I just tend my garden (this tumblr) and mind my business.
fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
my favourite coping mechanism is buying books
Wandering in bookshops and hanging out with cats brings me so much joy! I propose we all get together and open a cozy cat sanctuary that doubles as a library ♡
I need to find myself a girlfriend who will take me to bookshops and have pet cats and be a little cottagecore gay :<
enemies to lovers, stolen glances, dark libraries , who did this to you, candle lights, it’s always been you, academic rivals, echoing footsteps, ballroom dances, a dagger strapped to the thigh, knowing each other better than they know themselves, stargazing, the first laugh as presumed enemies, I hate everyone but you , a smirk, a letter, yearning, storms-
Henri Schmid (Swiss, 1924-2009), Atelier im Winter [Studio in Winter]. Oil on canvas, 81 x 117 cm.
Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]
You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
‘Black lives matter’ shouldn’t be a controversial opinion or statement.