“I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.” -Claude Monet

“Matou a Família e Foi ao Cinema” (Júlio Bressane, 1969)

me, a witch: may i offer you a good vibe in this trying time?

I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be so I’m on my way home.

Bob Dylan (via wnq-music)

The greatest thing that we can do is to help somebody know that they’re loved and capable of loving.

Mr. Rogers (via deeplifequotes)

anatomy of the skull and botanical cafés.

J’ai toujours eu soif d’affection. J’aurais voulu au moins une fois dans ma vie recevoir de l’amour à satiété. Au point d’en être écœurée et d’en refuser davantage. Une seule fois, juste une seule fois.

Murakami, Haruki. La Ballade de L’Impossible. (via wordsnquotes)

Smoke Like Phantoms

Smoke like souls

Crooked, gnarling ghosts that float right through you.

They are free when they are taken by the wind.

Dissipated, faded into empty air.

Until that’s all that’s left.

Empty space.

Empty?

It must still be full of ghosts.

They must be somewhere.

All the ghosts in this space alone,

How many in this house?

How many in the garden?

The forgotten patrons of this land,

An unimaginable multitude of memories.

Does anyone keep these memories still?

I want to believe that this place gave joy.

I have felt joy here.

I have seen such beauty in this land, but

It has also witnessed my pain.

It has watched my adolescence unfold.

Whoever owns this house next will never know.

Does it remain, in the ghosts

Of the smoke

That stains these walls?

    - S.T / moving out

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via mor-iarty)