A glimpse of what lies embedded amongst ones soul.

"I don't want absolute comfort. I want highs, I want lows, I want poetry, I want adventure, with brief glimpses of danger, I want a sense of freedom, I want lovely scenery, I want love, I want heartbreak, I want all the things that make you feel alive rather than just being in between." -James Kosiewicz

[grace--upon--grace]

[watchoutforintellect]

“and all of a sudden solitude returns.”

— Danielle Collobert, from Notebooks: 1957-1978

[thecabinchronicles]

“One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken.” - Leo Tolstoy //Photo: @kylefinndempsey, Plainfield, Massachusetts. #thecabinchronicles

[purplebuddhaproject]

“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”

— Jack Kerouac (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[kittyb4e]

[naturaekos]

“I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because your heart is blind.”

— Albert Camus (via goodreadss)

[lsleofskye]

Massachusetts | kylefinndempsey

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“There is a beauty in falling in love with a language—the strangeness of its sounds, the awe of watching the sea-surf of a new syntax beating again and again the cement of your unknowing. Learning to speak again can be erotic—the unfamiliar turn of the tongue, the angle of the mouth, the movement of lips.”

Ilya Kaminsky, from an interview conducted by Edward Clifford (x)

[vurtual]

Spring at Dog Mountain (by Greg Hochstein)

Stevenson, Oregon, USA

[minuty]

“My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.”

— Warsan Shire (via naturaekos)

[scratchz]

[thewisdomofjames]

Here’s to hope

[hellanne]

“I know your sorrow and I know that for the likes of us there is no ease for the heart to be had from words or reason and that in the very assurance of sorrow’s fading there is more sorrow. So I offer you only my deeply affectionate and compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on and on with our wounds.”

— Samuel Beckett, The Letters of Samuel Beckett Volume III: 1957-1965 

[birdasaurus]

[onetrillionthoughts-deactivated]

all good things are wild and free

[hellanne]

“Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in the desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself. Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, The Letters of Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone De Beauvoir, 1926-1939

[birdsonqs]

‘Avalanche Lilies’ by Protik Hossain

[thewisdomofjames]

“Whoever gives nothing has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959