samantha. canada.but still, like air, I rise
soracities:
“… his hands were more wonderful than the night.” — Vicente Huidobro, from The Selected Poetry; “Altazor” (via seaymphea)
“… his hands were more wonderful than the night.”
— Vicente Huidobro, from The Selected Poetry; “Altazor” (via seaymphea)
petalier:
@WeHeartIt m/entry/231483803
oldfarmhouse:
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winter
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kknotted:
by marie havre
priveting:
untitled by Candice Carlin on Flickr.
booksqouted:
“I was happy, I think, but I wonder now if my memory is playing tricks on me. If it is giving me the gift of an illusion. We all layer them over our remembrances; the filters through which we want to see our lives.” — Greer Hendricks, The Wife Between Us
“I was happy, I think, but I wonder now if my memory is playing tricks on me. If it is giving me the gift of an illusion. We all layer them over our remembrances; the filters through which we want to see our lives.”
— Greer Hendricks, The Wife Between Us
violentwavesofemotion:
“It is easy and natural for me to love you a lot.” — Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Daniel Glossbrenner written c. March 1970
“It is easy and natural for me to love you a lot.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Daniel Glossbrenner written c. March 1970
celeritious:
snowfall by Simply Stardust on Flickr.
Photographer: fotografer san ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ. ♥
