the angels, also.

is love real? the question cannot be answered. the concept of love exists, therefore it is useful even if it is a human construct. it exists because it serves a need. a question that can be answered might be: why is love needed?

[sherlockwss]

i will always want to know where you are <3

that would be easier if you weren’t anonymous, friend

[growing-orbits-blog]

Bas Jan Ader (1971) 

from the series Wall Piece with 200 Letters by Mikko Kuorinki

[hekacute-deactivated20141230]

i wish everything was quieter and softer and less often

[eborain]

Whenever I try to be productive my cat got me like

[r-skywalker]

carmilla aesthetics →   Danny Lawrence

[quotemadness]

I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.

Virginia Woolf (via quotemadness)

[baras]

Eevee & Friends

[stitchingsunbeams]

This oval hoop has just been listed over in my Etsy shop!! :) Can you guess what species the bees are?

[earthiling-archive]

[cockedlockedandchoking]

For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”…The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation

Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D. — “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog”  (via zsrmx)

[cerceos-deactivated20160308]

Hlaus

[qvibbler]

Harry Potter Meme:♕ 2 books/movies

1/2 The Prisoner of Azkaban

[gaycriminal]

siblings!

[poem-locker]

e.e. cummings, "somewhere i have never traveled"

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

[spookpooch]

Kitties

[gangstersson]

madrid // moscow // istanbul // rome

[pgnotfnd]

Little flower