the violet hour.

Your lips are nettles. Your tongue is wine. Your laughter's liquid. But your body's pine. In the dark you tell me of a flower that only blooms in the violet hour - Sea Wolf

[weltenwellen]

Adrift Mark Nepo

[wnq-writers]

“I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.”

— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (via thequotejournals)

[textless]

[ansagirr-blog]

These clouds we’re seein They’re explosions in the sky

[wanderlog]

Italy

[vvolare]

[dsxsbx]

Zillertal Alps // Tom Klocker

[photography-cnl]

[culturenlifestyle]

Photographers Drove Through Every State in the Northeast US to Photograph the Beauty of Autumn

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[wnq-writers]

“And all of a sudden, I felt nothing. And it felt great.”

— j.s.

[thalassarche]

Dark-eyed Junco (Junco hyemalis) - photo by Simon Garneau

[jeffambrose]

CA180, Kings Canyon NP.

[bigcatslions]

Photography Klaus Wiese

“Snowy”

[thenordroom]

Blue bedroom

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[nicest-interiors]

Mid century modern

[wnq-writers]

“We were never meant for each other But I’m glad that even for a sheer moment It felt like we were.”

— J.DG

[h-o-r-n-g-r-y]

“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years go? What would she think of me now?’”

— Sylvia Plath 

[travel-story]