Weightlessness

Emilie, 24, France // On commémore la foudre

[clochardscelestes]

Il semblerait que, tandis que le souffle fécond de toute chose reconquérait imperceptiblement le monde, il se logeait également en mon âme fiévreuse de sa sève capiteuse.

[stareintovaliumcoloredsky]

[groovygorl]

who the fuck did this. who made this magic. how did someone make this rock look soft.

[dappledwithshadow]

Giambologna (Flemish, 1529 – 1608)

[greeneuphorias]

It’s all love. 

@pettyblackboy & @monster-twonesterr 

by @greeneuphorias

[wordsnquotes]

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via wordsnquotes)

[urbeaut]

[euo]

[eddiesfear-deactivated20180129]

they’re doing great and deserve to smile

[movedtostansbill]

Who?

[eddiesfear-deactivated20180129]

everyone reading this that’s going through some tough times

[clochardscelestes]

Noblesse D'Âme.

J'écris ici depuis bientôt six ans. Tu dois commencer à me connaître un peu. Du moins, l'image que tu t'es faites de moi au fil des années doit être un peu plus nette à présent. Sais-tu que tu es ma...

La dernière fois, la seule fois à vrai dire, Émilie m’a offert une pizza de l’autre bout de la France (quasiment d’Allemagne). Can you top that?

[madame-reve]

Non mais regardez-moi ces petits yeux..!

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☆

[clochardscelestes]

La vie est douce lorsque l'on n'y prête plus attention.

[imasoulrebel]

[stendhalsyndromias-deactivated2]

Monet’s Garden. Giverny, France.

[sunplanter]

I’m super lame but I’ll give you so much of my heart

[antique-royals]

John William Godward  (1861 –1922)

[zombeesknees]

#I can’t come I’m sick [tiny elegant cough]

[lilbittydragon-deactivated20241]

now THIS is an artist who found what worked for him and worked it to its utmost. “What is it you like to depict?” “Beautiful pale women with dark hair in diaphanous gowns lying down in this one specific pose”

[icebergbrioche]

[yourheartisbeating]

[philosophybits]

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Arthur Schopenhauer, Counsels and Maxims (via philosophybits)

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