I Live For Elegance, Mystery And Sophisticaton But I Also Live For Rawness, Audacious Sense Of Living

ode to Flora

It’s that time of year. Finally. It’s the time of year, When we finally remember what living is supposed to feel like. It’s almost here. Finally.

N.C. // summer (via blooming-anna-rose)

Gustav Vigeland Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman

When I was in school, one of my art teachers used to say “this world needs more creators. There’s more than enough destroyers in the world today.”

Just a reminder, if you create anything–art, writing, food, machines, ideas, equations, knits, tools, gardens–the world needs you.

The woods enclose. You step between the first trees and then you are no longer in the open air; the wood swallows you up. (…) Once you are inside it, you must stay there until it lets you out again (…)

Angela Carter, from The Erl-King in “The Bloody Chamber And Other Stories” (via adrasteiax)

God, how painful it is, being angry.

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

Source.

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via occasional-wolf-on-caffeine)

“Quietness, silence, total stillness, it is the greatest teacher. Reality shines through when there is silence. If you want to experience reality just keep quiet. That is all you have to do. Shut up. Stop talking. Stop thinking. Stop imagining. Leave it all alone.”

— Robert Adams