Le Pur et l'Impur

 [...]  ce rouge nuage dont l’âme est l’éclair. 

[thesweetestspots]

“I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.”

— Haruki Murakami  (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)

[les-yeux-avides]

© Egor Baranov

[mournfulroses]

Marcel Proust, from a story featured in "The Complete Short Stories of Marcel Proust," originally published in 2001

[zzzze]

Saul Leiter, Untitled, n.d.

[oleandera]

Art by Caroline Misterick

[moi-peau]

Sonia Señoráns

[birdasaurus]

Silvia Conde

[nycbambi]

[thebluemoonthings]

“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.”

— Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone (via thechurchofsplatterdaysaints)

[cleanarchitectures]

[verylightshadeofgrey]

[birdasaurus]

Charlie McKay

[whateverisrealised]

Armando Reverón - White Landscape (1940)

[hongrie]

“I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”

— Claire C. Holland, from “Jess: Black Christmas (1974),” I Am Not Your Final Girl (via tristealven)

[bienenkiste]

Ph. Jessie Lily Adams

[soothingaura]

via andyheart

[whiskyandwonder]