Thinker. Exister. Artist. Photographer.
Someone who will be somebody someday no matter what, currently with ombre hair and nice eyebrows.

This is inspiration as filtered by my brain. Musings, art, tea, quotes, Shakespeare, and the like is what you'll find around these parts.

“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative ” -Oscar Wilde
hoodoothatvoodoo:

Photo by Ellen Von Unwerth

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Photo by Ellen Von Unwerth

winterkiss:

365Films » Kill Your Darlings (2013) - [88/365]

“Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.”

(via sdreyfus)

henry-moana:

this pretty awesome peacock butterfly accidentally flu in my apartment.
Hannover 2014

henry-moana:

this pretty awesome peacock butterfly accidentally flu in my apartment.

Hannover 2014

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

houston i have so many problems

(via garycoopers)

rogerwilkerson:

Frightening Monday

rogerwilkerson:

Frightening Monday

2-spook:

Women’s Day has been extended until forever because Women are great and why aren’t we always celebrating them

(via effervescethroughtime)

zoewashburne:

when a piece of dialogue just appears in your head out of nowhere

and you don’t even know who the characters are

but they’re dialoguing and they’re upset or angry and they’re saying things and perhaps there’s been some deceit or misunderstanding and it’s all very passionate

and they’re so so alive

and you’re like

who are you people

(via wherememoriesarekeptbright)

surrealism:


to the yes of her youth by Margaret Orr, 2013. Digital art.
The artist included a poem:

perhaps it is to feel strike by e e cummings
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant, my
youth has travelled toward her these years
or to snare the timid like of her mind to my mind that i
am come by little countries to the yes
of her youth. And if somebody hears what i say—let him be pitiful: because I’ve travelled all alone through the forest of wonderful, and that my feet have surely known the furious ways and the peaceful,
and because she is beautiful

surrealism:

to the yes of her youth by Margaret Orr, 2013. Digital art.

The artist included a poem:

perhaps it is to feel strike
by e e cummings

perhaps it is to feel strike
the silver fish of her nakedness
with fins sharply pleasant, my

youth has travelled toward her these years

or to snare the timid like
of her mind to my mind that i

am come by little countries to the yes

of her youth.
And if somebody hears
what i say—let him be pitiful:
because I’ve travelled all alone
through the forest of wonderful,
and that my feet have surely known
the furious ways and the peaceful,

and because she is beautiful

konorai:

kurakos:

learning languages is fun until i gotta do it for a grade

Learning new things in general is fun until I have to do it for a grade

(Source: kouaoba, via drivemytardis)

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
Augusten Burroughs (via mashamorevna)

(Source: skylerhobbs, via fellowgalaxy)

jankoba:

robinhood.

jankoba:

robinhood.

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