kenisle: you’re outside, the moon has just fully eclipsed the sun, and you hear me yell in anguish. you look over and watch, horrified, as the sleeves on my “sun’s out, guns out” shirt start to rematerialize ..read more

thechickendaddy: Anyway, enjoy an apple blossom ..read more

remanence-of-love ..read more

book-of-babel: Duchess of Dreams (1984 ..read more

deviika: Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette ..read more

vibeshiftsurvivor: “i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well ..read more

beeple: BEEPLE OVERTAKEN BY MOONCATS ..read more

brightlotusmoon: cleolinda: ann-decart: sternen–staub: occasional posts from users reblog if you make occasional posts Sometimes I still hear my voice Keep telling everyone I’m dead ..read more

peaceinthestorm: Gustav Klimt ~ On Lake Attersee, 1900 [Source: leopoldmuseum.org ..read more

hedgewitchgarden: “I have felt the comfort and reassurance of wet, wild places—the steady surge and flow of the sea on sand, water slipping over stones. There is meaning in the natural rhythms of dying and living, winter and spring, bones and leaves. Even in times of bewilderment or despair, there is the steadfast ground underfoot—pine duff, baked clay, stone turned red in the rain. I am trying to understand this, the power of water, air, earth, and time to bring gladness gradually from grief and to restore meaning to lives that seem empty or unmoored.” ~ Kathleen Dean Moore, from the book Wi ..read more