[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

“Don’t you simply love going to bed. To curl up warmly in a nice warm bed, in the lovely darkness. That is so restful and then gradually drift away into sleep…”

— C.S. Lewis // Letters of C.S. Lewis (via theclivechronicles)

[tremendousandsonorouswords]

Cy Twombly, Scenes from an ideal marriage, 1986

[dalga-emocija]

“I like people who get excited about the change of seasons, the sound of the ocean, watching a sunset, the smell of rain and starry nights.”

— (via leohearts)

[joli--coeur]

in autumn,

i flourish.

[plutothewitch]

september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

[myfairylily]

[joli--coeur]

think about it: you could have been born as anyone or anything — born into a completely different body, mind, and life. but you were born into your body, as you! you were specially and thoughtfully crafted, created, and put together — all of your imperfections, quirks, and traits were given to you for a reason.

you have a purpose. so much thought went into your creation. never forget that.

— k.e.

[joli--coeur]

for those who are struggling with having and finding purpose: maybe, for now, your purpose is waking up in the morning and taking on the day ahead. maybe your purpose is continuing to live despite it all.

[rihannamaterial]

[heartial]

sau·da·de

/souˈdädə/

noun

desire to be near someone or something distant; a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia

[abalonetea]

sometimes I remember why I fear the ocean it’s the crash of waves like thunder the dark of the depths and the fury of the storms

sometimes I remember why I adore the ocean it’s the song of the surf the white of the foam and the ebb of the tides

and then I remember they are the same and to have one is to have both and i would not want it any other way

[meg-elle]

[neckkiss]

By Kenny Barker

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Perhaps I am seeking storms, suns, dawns, a place to hide,”

— Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Muna Lee, from Selected Poems; “Running Water,”

[heartshop]

“But your body is more than a thing to be looked at, it works with you, not against you. You do not beat your own heart.”

— Florence Welch, from a V Magzine article

[sirenec]

Eva Tsang, Florence, Italy

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