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Home in Barcelona | photos by Cesar Segarra

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[purplebuddhaproject]

The way out is through the door. Why is it that no one will use this method?

Confucius (via purplebuddhaproject)

[thenordroom]

Scandinavian apartment | styling by Interior by Fredrica

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[abiding-in-peace]

When I poured water into the teapot I could smell the perfume of violets The scent permeating into the space of absence of what was here today and what was present yesterday filling this moment with such delicious delicacy replacing the icy emptiness of loss and longing with a fragile hint of spring and summer just around the corner The short sharp rain shower does not a winter make as this delicious fragrance twists itself around the desolate room with the vacated beds and stripped-off sheets nuzzling the pulled down blinds as if to comfort the dispirited with a whiff of the ungraspable

​‘Absence’ - abiding-in-peace (via abiding-in-peace)

[thenordroom]

Home of Theo-Bert Pot | more pictures here | photos by Theo-Bert

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[theliteraryjournals]

I would rather die of fire than of void.

Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair (via royalsoil)

[grace--upon--grace]

[derivings]

Marin Headlands by Andrea Cheng

[thenordroom]

Home in Taiwan | design by HAO Design & photos by Hey!Cheese

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[noway-nohow]

Perfect.

[confessions123midi]

2017; dir. Macon Blair

[littlefalls]

I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Anymore

[ablacklodge]

Just in case you wanted to know what women look like shotgunning beers.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and—and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via wethinkwedream)

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

i’m not waiting for the sun to shine;  the light, it comes from me.

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[delta-breezes]

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