serpentine daydream

[allaegoriest]

“The great artist Michelangelo claimed that his sculptures were already present in the stone, and all he had to do was carve away everything else. Our understanding of identity is often similar: Beneath the many layers of shoulds and shouldn’ts that cover us, there lies a constant, single, true self that is just waiting to be discovered.”

— Sheena Iyengar, The Art of Choosing (via provst)

[ullathynell]

[aestheticfelicity]

[booksqouted]

“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[alvareztostado]

tina modotti: nopales (1925)

[bostonpoetryslam]

i step outside for a smoke & it’s obvious the world is ending. someone let the poets out & they’re eating all of the birds.

gregory sherl, “science fiction,” published in split lip magazine

[xxcats-eyesxx]

[swan-bones]

New Growth

Pen and watercolor on paper, 2015

by Kelly Louise Judd

[girlinthepark]

Katie Armour Taylor | Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. 

[wanderingredleaves]

Wouter Huyghe

[vesselsofmercy]

The thin skimmed milk of early morning turns opal, blue rose.

Virginia Woolf, “The Waves”

[loveyourchaos]

[coffeeforthemoon]

[hellobeautifulworld266]

[thevisualvamp]

[colin-vian]

Pere Salinas

[petalier]