1. (Source: swanss)

     
  2. esmerelda, my name for years.

    by ben howard

     
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  4. (Source: wolf-teeth, via agatsbygirl)

     
  5. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

    John Muir

     
  6. (Source: restaurer, via swanss)

     
  7. I sit before flowers
    
hoping they will train me in the art
    
of opening up.
    — Shane Koyczan, The Student

    (Source: larmoyante)

     
  8. i want to crush this smell into my skin.

    i want to crush this smell into my skin.

    (Source: rainonawindowpane)

     
  9. …a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much… …A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

    charles warnke

     
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  11. amazing. MoMA’s Rain Room Installation