lionfloss:

Centuripe, province in Enna, Sicily, Italy

lycanthrology:

love ignoring things ‘have you seen this terrible show’ no im the ignorer ‘can you believe what that celebrity tweeted yesterday’ i am the ignorer

happyheidi:

lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran

sunsbleeding:

heavensghost:

I need to relax and also I need to get crazier

jdebbiel:

studies at the Musée D’Orsay

luthienne:

ALT

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “Waking at Night”

angelprotocol:

angelprotocol:

honestly the human brain is so small that you *will* forget how much beauty there is out there to experience unless you leave your house every three days. ik its fucked up but i promise its true

my brain, trying to deceive me: there’s literally nothing outside!!!!! it’s the same neighborhood it’s always been !!!!!

me, tying my shoes: shut up shut up!!!! by god we’re gonna try to find magic in mundane today !!!!

wellwaterhysteria:

thinking about this message from me mam that she sent me back when i was in uni. it literally is just a pinprick in the tapestry of life!!

onigatito:

my sexual fantasy is to know math

moonieisa:

i know it’ll pass but. can it pass a little quicker thanks

firstfullmoon:

“You give me an apartment full of morning smells - toasted bagel and black coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill. You give me 24-across.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg, from her poem ‘Catalogue of Ephemera’, (from the collection “Love, An Index”, McSweeney’s, 2012 (via kitchen-light)