Someplace Else

[franksocial-deactivated20221006]

[migmildrim-blog-deactivated2020]

[be-artistic-deactivated20230306]

[sundayhabit]

Crescent Moon being photobombed by a crescent Venus

[pluiez]

[yennyfromthebl0ck]

A wrong turn led me to a field of flowers and suddenly I’m second guessing every wrong turn in my life.

Every wrong turn has lead me to where I am currently, and I am happy as hell, so were they really wrong turns?

[relative]

hvllucinvtion

[honeyes]

[tsoyenko]

[liryae-blog]

There is literally nothing in nature that blooms all year long, so do not expect yourself to do so.

[ellehena]

[cerota]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.”

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967

[chirazart]

[sulfur]

Found Here

[minuty]

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via minuty)

[adrenaline]

[1000drawings]