粉雪

[eiruvsq]

Sculptor & Artist:

Natasha Cousens

"Doe Ray Me"

[larmoyante]

I don’t think I love very many things but here are the ones I can think of: I love the first sip of coffee in the morning I love reading someone else’s words and finding a connection in them I love the feeling a good song invokes I love wondering I love driving at night with no destination I love the gentle kind of sadness like a reminder that I can feel.

Marianna Paige (via larmoyante)

[bienenkiste]

[maya-cat]

JANJIQUE Pleats Patterns Collection Vol. 1 (Spring 2014) by Zorana Janjic

more EXQUISITEness inside

[lesenfantsducinema]

[ink-pedia]

[ink-pedia]

Sasha Masiuk

[6ae]

[fablewayfarer]

[vstok]

VB55

[provst-deactivated20190401]

There I sit, lazy, convalescent. To look at me, you might not guess that inside I am laughing and crying, at my own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which I will spend a lifetime trying to learn and understand.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via fleurstains)

[aseaofquotes]

Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

[lemaddy-art]

Tying to get back in the habit of keeping a sketchbook, trying to draw new and more complex plants and hands

[nikolinaeve]

[floriental]

Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

W. S. Merwin (via floriental)

[words-of-emotion]

[little-nymphetamine]

Me

[myempireof-book]

[repxlse-blog]

love me

[s-ensitivus]

[larmoyante]

I am hands 
and face 
and feet 
and things inside of me 
that I can’t see.

Laura Riding, “Forgotten Girlhood” (via larmoyante)