nevver:

Written in the stars
kevinfranzisamonster:

Mission log: Day 114. I am in so many places.

Always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

kevinfranzisamonster:

Mission log: Day 114. I am in so many places.

Always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death."

— Anais Nin (via ohyeth) (via anaisnin) (via naturalesmentes)

dberl:

rhetthammersmithhorror:

The Brain from Planet Arous . ‘57 .

I have a headache

If someone would do this to mine, I’d be so grateful.

dberl:

rhetthammersmithhorror:

The Brain from Planet Arous . ‘57 .

I have a headache

If someone would do this to mine, I’d be so grateful.

(via ghastlydelights)

prettygirlsandbourbon:

(via Wallow | Studded Hearts)

The next couple of weeks, man. They’re going to strip my skin right the fuck off. Two more weeks in the same city as my daughter. Two more weeks of waking her up for school and turning her lights off at night. Two more weeks of this life. Two more weeks of this.

fewthistle:

Brooklyn. 1954.
Photographer: Ted Croner

fewthistle:

Brooklyn. 1954.

Photographer: Ted Croner

(via thirteenny)

araknesharem:

untitled by ilona.. on Flickr.

I might miss bougainvillea.

araknesharem:

untitled by ilona.. on Flickr.

I might miss bougainvillea.

(via light-and-salt)