ebb & flow

harly // 18 // "a mound of dust that light somehow seeps through and creates you"

[allmymetaphors]

im gonna get back into my house drawing phase! heres a house i saw in seattle 

[wordsnquotes]

iridescent

(irəˈdes(ə)nt), adjective | In our list of most beautiful words in the English language, iridescent is the most mystically colorful in the spectrum of vocabulary. Iridescence describes the change of color at different angles. Most importantly, it focuses on the luminosity projected by each color. Its beauty is also found in its sound; just say the word. Uttering the word evokes enough beauty, but defining the word establishes an ethereal quality of color found in nature, such as that of a rainbow, seashells or soap bubbles. (via wordsnquotes)

[thegluept2-blog]

last night i met this band who had just played a bit at a show i attended. and the drummer gave me a mixtape. i drove all around town last night just listening 2 this mixtape.

[rubyetc]

otter for your friday

[themusicismymasterr]

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There She Goes Again - The Velvet Underground (The Velvet Underground & Nico, 1967)

[endless-unfolding]

I am being eaten away by light

Margaret Atwood, from “Dageuerreotype Taken in Old Age” in The Journals of Susanna Moodie (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

[conceptualsolitude]

concept: me, laying on a hillside, far away from everything i know. waiting for nothing. i have all the time in the world

[demiiwhiffin]

that was us // julia nunes

[purplebuddhaproject]

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch  (via purplebuddhaproject)

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Sad Guys

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practicing drawing my own hand in white ink

[meganmcisaac]

Human beings do not grow in perfect symmetry. They oscillate, expand, contract, back track, arrest themselves, retrogress, mobilize, atrophy in part, proceed erratically according to experience and traumas. Some aspects of the personality mature, others do not. Some live in the past, some in the present. Some people are futuristic characters, some are cubistic, some are hard-edged, some geometric, some abstract, some impressionistic, some surrealistic! Some of their insights remain relative, and we can no longer think of a character as good or bad, but a combination of characteristics which vary according to relationship and the point in time. We know now that we are composites in reality, collages of our fathers and mothers, of what we read, of television influences and films, of friends and associates, and we know we often play roles quite removed from our genuine selves.

Anaïs Nin, from The Novel of the Future. (via 4a0000)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I need you as the one luminous point in my madness.

Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953)

[allmymetaphors]

here’s a drawing i did at the international rose test garden in portland!!

[lovelysuggestions]

the moon is pretty and so are you

[emilysstyleedit]

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Don’t Give In To The Feeling