[recaption]

[wnq-writers]

“Look at how unlikely our meeting was. Look at the vastness of the universe encompassing all the things we don’t know and the things we think we know. Look at me, at us, together – here and now. Isn’t this some form of a miracle?”

— N.M.Sanchez

[bnmxfld]

[thunder]

[fuckyeahpaganism]

[euo]

[passivites]

[uvparadise]

[perrfectly]

“I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.”

— Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness

[pitcyanide]

“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”

— Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“These days, love is death,”

— Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “First Song,”

[dobladim]

[kleinefreiheiten]

[expressions-of-nature]

[knowing]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I go out at night to paint the stars.”

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo Van Gogh c. September 1888

[etherealvistas]