Where-the-woodbine-twineth - Things And Stuff

“It seems I’ve stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Selected Prose of Fernando Pessoa (via pavellaning)

“Visible Light” series by Alexander Harding

Greenhouses💚

I suffered, I was there.

Walt Whitman, from The Complete Poems; “A Song of Myself,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

My favorite feeling is when it’s winter and you wake up in the middle of the night and you look out the window and there’s snow on the ground and the sky is kind of light colored and it looks misplaced and kind of eerie but also comforting i love it the most 

happiness is:

the smell of rain

seeing flowers grow

being excited about something

ice cream on a hot day

being in bed

listening to good songs

smelling nice

giving and receiving compliments

the kindness of strangers

being with friends

reading a good book

being proud of every small victory

buying new treats for yourself

the smell of pastries in a bakery

blue skies and pretty views

Erich Salomon - Kastanjeboom met feestverlichting, tegenover Koninklijk Paleis Noordeinde, 26-8-1938

God, how painful it is, being angry.

Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Léa de Lonval’s bedroom (Chéri, 2009)