I need the sea because it teaches me.

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.

I’m on my own a lot. But I don’t mind. I don’t socialize with people I don’t like, and I don’t do things that I don’t like. I don’t pretend. Maybe that’s why. If everyone was real, there would be more people spending time on their own. In many ways, I prefer my own company. It gives me time to think.

It is just me, on my own.

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August 29
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world. - Warsan Shire  (via neuseks)

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August 10

Waldsee by (Chris Smith)

June 24

June 24

Jan Kvasnicka

Jan Kvasnicka

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June 15

June 5
People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue. They also know that the real glory of dreams lies in their atmosphere of unlimited freedom. It is not the freedom of the dictator, who enforces his own will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will, who is free of will. The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control. Great landscapes create themselves, long splendid views, rich and delicate colours, roads, houses, which he has never seen or heard of… - Karen Blixen, Out of Africa (via observando)


June 5

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May 29


pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

(via literalily)


August 24

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy. - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via whyallcaps)

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August 10

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June 24


Submarine (2010)

Submarine (2010)

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June 16

Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all. - Unknown (via liveitlikeasong)

(Source: psych-facts, via liveitlikeasong)




June 9

bibliolectors:

Starry Night and reading / Noche estrellada y lectora (ilustración de Àngela Pérez)

bibliolectors:

Starry Night and reading / Noche estrellada y lectora (ilustración de Àngela Pérez)

(via booklover)


June 5


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