Poesy Falls

"Maybe there's a trapdoor under my chair, and I'll just disappear"

[fragilekiller]

[celebsofcolor]

Tessa Thompson for Rodarte

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[photographersunite]

[vanish]

[vaninnavaninni]

Victor Guerrier,  Crowded Parisian Brasserie

[imposer]

[imposer]

[perrfectly]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via perrfectly)

[safeguards]

[perrfectly]

[saying]

[saying]

[muse]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Beautiful days. A rich autumn, warm, and the sun. Smooth activity. Everything is flowing again, everything is illumined.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[saying]

[sentimental-obsessions]

Paul Klee (1879-1940)