[thekimonogallery]

Puppy sleeping. 1955, Japan

[thawrah]

i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?

[skyliine]

friend soulmates really bring so much love into ur life

[sacred-dwellings]

[qvotable]

“It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever.”

— Rosamunde Pilcher // The Shell Seeker

[cherryking]

i understand why old people sit outside just to sit outside

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

Champagne Breakfast. Nick Alm, 2015

[bl-letters-i-never-sent-deactiv]

“How fragile we are, between the few good moments.”

— Jane Hirshfield (via quotemadness)

[c0ntemplations]

“People love you but sometimes their own shit gets in the way and they can’t express it.”

— my best friend who lives on the other side of the world, Nina Lalina.

[thoughtkick]

“I will not think less of myself just because you do not know how to love me.”

— Unknown

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt. and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[topcat77]

[intimatum]

Peter Bonde, Fear of Reflection (Medusa’s Head) (2014)

[intimatum]

“My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I’m not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”

Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith

[twerker]

Jiyen Lee’s collages of people ascending and descending staircases.

[bottledmemories]

“You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.”

—

Beau Taplin

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[soiecerise]

“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via thelovejournals)

[arte-art]