into this wild abyss @wildabyss - Tumblr Blog

watch as it washes away. and let it.

Holding Hands, The Magic Lantern//End of Love - Florence & the Machine//Comes in Waves - Psychologist// a piece of art I saw in Lyon??//The River - Aurora//Put me in the River - Rachel Sermanni// Brit Marling

an attempt at web weaving :)

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INKTOBER DAY 13/14/15: WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS

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by kaye donachie

against the mass of night / myself i think shall never know, how far beneath the wave i go / dusk shed by a lamp brightens the tears / clouds are pushing in grey reluctance / motionless forever / song for the last act

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Carrières de Lumières, France by ptit_ourson_pyreneen

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“The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb-time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night.”

— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom