rac attack

Rachel.

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[racattack]

[qvotext]

(source: qvotext on instagram)

[weltenwellen]

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[geritsel]

Hiroshi Yoshida - Color woodblock prints from the series United States of America.

[izzysfood]

How to make your house smell like fall

[andwhatexcellentboiledpotatoes]

I do like that this pandemic has got us all greeting each other like Jane Austen characters- “You are well, I hope? And your family? All in good health?”

[j-k-i-ng]

“Fog Wildflowers“ by | Steve Schwindt

[quotespile]

You realize that people take drugs because it’s the only real personal adventure left to them in their time-constrained, law-and-order, property-lined world. It’s only in drugs or death we’ll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor (via quotespile)

[leahberman]

moonrise; catalina island, california

instagram

[dominicanmermaid]

[chailame]

Right now, there’s sorrow, pain. Don’t kill it and with it the joy you’ve felt

[blossomfully]

“I love you but I do not feel safe to love you. Do you understand? My heart, it does not feel safe. It feels as though it has the tip of one hundred knives pressed against it. One wrong move and it will be sliced to pieces. So it beats ever-so quietly. Loves you ever-so silently. It buys you mangoes. Kisses your cheek. Reaches for your hand but does not grasp it too tightly. It waits for the knives to recede.”

Sue Zhao

[quotespile]

You are never stronger… than when you land on the other side of despair.

Zadie Smith, White Teeth (via quotespile)

[quotespile]

I was feeling everything too much. Everything was pulling at my eyes.

Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via quotespile)

[lewerta]

Where the magic happens

Photo by Mariss Balodis

[bookmania]

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via bookmania)