[drowsyspace]

[observando]

At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

Rudyard Kipling (via observando)

[tinyemperor-blog]

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[outofreception]

June

[subtleceiling]

[vethox]

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

[tinyemperor-blog]

my emotions are so cyclical, it’s fucked up. 3 weeks of being happy and then im back down to feeling like im not real

[villassium]

[awildchase]

Have you ever sat in complete darkness with someone? Somehow the words feel heavier and the phrases deeper, and all of a sudden the room is no longer just in darkness but quietly lit with the light of their soul. You can see it bare. Without its shell. Defenseless. There’s too much truth the light hides.

Jenn Satsune (via ohsatsune)

[ebony-eden]

Atrium, 2013

screen print, watercolour 

[iangel404-deactivated20170423]

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister, Wil. 30 April 1889 (via jewist)

[observando]

I’m an observer. I read about life. I research life. I find a corner in a room and melt into it. I can become invisible. It’s an art, and I am a wonderful practitioner.

Christine Feehan (via observando)

[azurea]

blóm (by Belle Fleur de Lis - Lotte Janssens)

[apologeticambience-blog-blog]

I will forever be posting Aidan Koch

[mcad-library]

[swifth]

[notbaddddd]

“There is an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the first lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time i read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long”. It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when i needed to know someone else had felt the exact same way.” (RED prologue)

[carryonanyway]

I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire (via aespicio)