[antelucanhourglass]

Honest writing forces itself to find words for those parts of our experience that is crouched and silent.

Elena Ferrante (via antelucanhourglass)

[niravpatelphotography]

East coast of Iceland. 

[bitchontheprairie]

so often i worry that i will lose my softness for there is so much in this world that fills me with rage

[larmoyante]

They want you to love the whole damn world but you won’t, you want it all narrowed down to one fleshy man in the bath, who knows what to do with his body, with his hands. It should follow, you know this, like the panels of a comic strip, we should be belted in, but you still can’t get beyond your skin, and they’re trying to drive you into the ground, to see if anything walks away.

Richard Siken (via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via larmoyante)

[aseaofquotes]

[aseaofquotes]

Zadie Smith, White Teeth

[aseaofquotes]

Ian McEwan, Atonement

[mpdrolet]

Bill Ranhauser

[blue-voids]

Kelly Schacht

[brianflaherty]

Mt. Tam, July 2015

[wordsnquotes]

I mean if I don’t answer I don’t answer, and the reason is that I am not yet ready to kill you or love you, or even accept you, it means I don’t want to talk. I am busy, I am mad, I am glad or maybe I’m stringing up a rope.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

[burnedshoes]

[susurri]

© Paolo Gasparini, 1967-68, Caracas and its architecture, Venezuela

[mpdrolet]

Esther Teishmann

[cosmicwizdom]

[mpdrolet]

Sasha Arutyunova

[mpdrolet]

From Canarias

Francesco Vezzola

[niravpatelphotography]

Natalie Popova.