Photo
Tags: design
Photo

(via pizzes)

Tags: amsterdam
Photoset

midnasbitch:

blossoming-existence:

october-eightyeight:

laughing-trees:

carniecopter:

We are not so different.

I love this, we are all just occupying different forms

this is the coolest f*cking thing

this is so important

this.

(Source: perks-of-being-the-one-in-power, via blacklorelei)

Photoset

Kat Cee

Tags: kat cee
Photo
50bestphotos:

Falcon in Rain by KantLawyer http://ift.tt/1pridEL

50bestphotos:

Falcon in Rain by KantLawyer http://ift.tt/1pridEL

(via norwaypine)

Photo
Photo

(Source: hydreams, via jaiking)

Photo

(Source: whiteangelxoxo, via norwaypine)

Photo
Charles Mingus on his Roth bass

Charles Mingus on his Roth bass

Photo
Photoset
Quote
"I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle,
the paper wings of the dragonfly
aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity?
If I get the story right, desire is continuous,
equatorial. There is still so much
I want to know: what you believe
can never be removed from us,
what you dreamed on Walnut Street
in the unanswerable dark of your childhood,
learning pleasure on your own.
Tell me our story: are we impetuous,
are we kind to each other, do we surrender
to what the mind cannot think past?
Where is the evidence I will learn
to be good at loving?
The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond
for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies.
There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret.
I stand between taproot and treespire.
Here is the compass rose
to help me live through this.
Here are twelve ways of knowing
what blooms even in the blindness
of such longing. Yellow oxeye,
viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms
pleading do not forget me.
We hunger for eloquence.
We measure the isopleths.
I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude.
The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries.
Fireflies turn on their electric wills:
an effulgence. Let me come back
whole, let me remember how to touch you
before it is too late."

— Stacie Cassarino, Summer Solstice (via budddha)

(Source: grammatolatry, via budddha)

Photo
Photoset
Photo
gremlin1234:

Boulevard des Capucines, 1874

gremlin1234:

Boulevard des Capucines, 1874

(via chamaedaphne)