“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
— Martin Luther King Jr. (via wordsnquotes)

ellievsbear
almost home
Jules of Nature
dirt enthusiast
$LAYYYTER
Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Discoholic 🪩
Misplaced Lens Cap
Mike Driver
No title available
trying on a metaphor
ojovivo
KIROKAZE
Sade Olutola

if i look back, i am lost

oozey mess

Janaina Medeiros
Game of Thrones Daily
Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Pakistan
seen from Germany

seen from Chile
seen from United States

seen from Guatemala
seen from United States
seen from Mexico

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Denmark

seen from Venezuela

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
@r33g-blog
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
— Martin Luther King Jr. (via wordsnquotes)
“…and I needed relief from myself.”
— Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems (via wnq-quotes)
“I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via la-femme-terrible)
l'avoir est avoir les étoiles (to have her is to have the stars)
Charm me. Furiously. Torment me. In detail.
Hermann Hesse, from Crisis: Pages from a Diary; “The Seducer,” (via icedcoffeegirl)
I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.
Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry (via funeral)
I want a lot and I’m gonna achieve all of it
I must walk on the edge of myself,
Ilya Kamisnky, from Dancing in Odessa; “Author’s Prayer,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
What else / have I claimed that was not mine?
Maggie Smith, from “Columbus,” published in Buzzfeed (via lifeinpoetry)
nothing feels right anymore
l'avoir est avoir les étoiles (to have her is to have the stars)
“I was writing novels about someone that couldn’t even form me into a sentence.” - Orion Carloto
I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.
Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf (via landscape-photo-graphy)
date someone whose voice can make you calm… or wet… or both
I have created the isolation in which I find myself.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
12 Angry Men, 1957