made from her


This corrosion, Seung-Hwan OH

(via pbsarts)


If I look back I am lost (x)

(via fuckyeahemiliaclarke)

“However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest.”

—   Marina Tsvetaeva (via the-realm-of-naeranira)

(Source: drunk-on-books, via forestsandfoxes)

(Source: oldtimereligion, via voodoo-smile)


Egon Schiele - Two Seated, 1911


Egon Schiele - Two Seated, 1911

(via if-loneliness-was-art)


Mine ! Don’t delete these words!!!

(via forestsandfoxes)

“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights.
My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”

—   Margaret Atwood (via darlingjustbehuman)

(Source: vvolare, via if-loneliness-was-art)


Victor Pasmore - ‘Magic Eye 3’ 1995


Victor Pasmore - ‘Magic Eye 3’ 1995

(via theothersideofthebear)

“I’ll play with your hair
until the weight of the night
anchors your eyes shut.”

—   Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: everythingyoulovetoohate, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

“I want to live so densely, lush and slow in the next few years, that a year becomes ten years, and my past becomes only a page in the book of my life.”

—   Nayyirah Waheed  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: thesoutherly, via wwwildatheart)

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”

—   T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via rosettes)

(Source: journalofanobody, via rosettes)


Gustave Doré, The Raven - Poe.


Gustave Doré, The Raven - Poe.

(via kalliope-amorphous)

“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”

—   Wallace Stegner (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: delta-breezes, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)