(via cosmic-rebirth)
Light at the end of the road, by littlemewhatever.
(via victronv2)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression, of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Sylvia Plath, The Rival (via freyjageist)
How many poems sleep in dictionaries
buried like needles in hay?
Anna Kamieńska, from “Dictionaries” (via loveyourchaos)
(via loveyourchaos)
There is a huge amount of freedom that comes to you when you take nothing personally.
Don Miguel Ruiz (via soverticallyhectic)
(via nikoledominique)









