yeule:

My Wife Yoko, 1968-1976 
Nobuyoshi Araki
"And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind."
Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via
requiemforthepast)

(via usuckulent)

"Darling,
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone."
Clementine von RadicsFrom The Ocean To The Moon (via atmosthetic)

(Source: hellanne, via goslinq)

bloggish:

how the hell did we get the idea pink isn’t a cool colour

because scientifically speaking pink doesn’t even exist; it fits between violet and red on the spectrum but actually what goes there is infrared and ultraviolet and all those things we can’t see

pink is the ambassador of an otherworldly and unknowable realm it is the most badass colour out there

(via goslinq)

wildeux:

botvinnik:

Gisele for CHANEL N°5


honestly, WOW
"Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte.  (via
bodv)

(Source: wanderlustadventurous, via goslinq)

"Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was."
Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care (via byheartbysoul)

(via arctic-donuts)

arreter:

Camil Tulcan
"Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you’re no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn’t just a means to an end but a unique event in itself….To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountains which sustain life, not the top."
Robert m. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (via
foguponla)

(via mangopeacheslime)

For you, I have so many words

gerda-kay:

Derek Jarman, “Fire island”, 1974. (film still)
source
recherche-craze:

Floor tiles in Siena, Italy // insta @recherchecraze
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