[perrfectly]

[iladyse]

[geopsych]

Humidity in the air, July morning.

[kafkasapartment]

Still life with a plate of onions, early January, 1889. Vincent van Gogh. Oil on canvas.

[a3n3g3el]

Chin up, trust !

[strokeofserenity]

Vincent Van Gogh

[punishdaisies]

all i had, i gave.

[ferrralit]

[ojibwa]

[muchlovefleursblog]

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[darkagelibrary]

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.” Dead Poets Society (1989)

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: She loves quiet. END ID]

[altcomics]

Liana Finck

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack - and then gently pour your love into that crack.”

— Keith Miller

[puffsaddy]

[kosmogrl]