let us drown in details

ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. if your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life. wumen huikai (1183–1260)

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by Kyle Bonallo (Instagram)

[kylebonallo]

by Kyle Bonallo (Instagram)

[kylebonallo]

by Kyle Bonallo (Instagram)

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fieldandnest 

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Moraine Lake • Banff National Park

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[adrasteiax]

(…) the sea no longer torments me; the self I wished to be is the self I am.

Louise Glück, from Otis in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

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3 suns of last summer / old colour palette

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[goodreadss]

“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”

— Charles Bukowski

[meolog]

the poetry of abscence

[meolog]

for Natalie who makes lines bloom - happy birthday @caeliriva

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Spring, I have a feeling, will be weighing heavy on me. As usual, I mean.  I live the past all over again.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Mikhail Dostoevsky, c. January 1847 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Loren Crosier