[afradeverano]

[free-my-mindd]

-Anaïs Nin, 1939

[uchihaitachi]

Wildflowers on Mt Rainier

[diary-of-alice]

achieving a dream isn’t enough 𐦍

[primulaceas]

this gif is like a poem to me

[redlipstickresurrected]

Vijay Sarathy aka Canvasoul (Indian, b. 1995, Chennai, India, based in the Himalayas) - Photography

[flowerytale]

Ada Limón, from “The Widening Road”, Sharks in the Rivers

[ebaybumpstock]

BITCH = Believe It Truly Can Happen.

[jame7t]

Dude, where’s my kissy. Where is my fuckin snuggles bro

[achillesinhighheels]

[escuerzoresucitado]

[theoptia]

Hélène Cixous, from The Laugh of the Medusa

Text ID: By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display-the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions... / Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. / Write your self. Your body must be heard.

[maureen2musings]

Last rays in a snowy forest

niiloi

[apocryphics]

[weirddyke]

“Am I in love?—yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”

— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments

[pnglove]

© kitagar

[metamorphesque]

In Praise of Boredom, Joseph Brodsky