Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulfur

[thatonebadlover]

[wyntswonderland]

[inkursion]

[1ovestruck]

[honeylemony]

Highland cattle calves are shorter than most, but still rock the show!

[tansdiary]

thank you for making me feel so safe, my heart. your warmth, your voice, your smile, everything you are is home for me

[yakubgodgave]

London Violinist Dagmar Turner undergoes brain surgery while playing her violin to ensure she can still play the instrument

[inneroptics]

Eric John Elm

[steveyockey]

What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.

[dying-human]

oh boy if I accidentally died it would be so cool

[siickangel]

[honigimohr]

“Sometimes you break the things you love and sometimes the things you love break you.”

— r. m. drake (via difficult)

[open]

[kxowledge]

Sophocles, Philoctetes

[dark-glimmer]

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[aspiritualwarrior]

“Did you ever say yes to a pleasure? Oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. All things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche