The Only Living Virgin in NY
When we don’t speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.
Herta Müller, from The Land of Green Plums, trans. Michael Hofmann (via the-final-sentence)
My skin isn’t fitting right this morning.
Marc Maron (via thatlitsite)

Where my books go, W. B. Yeats

Where my books go, W. B. Yeats

turecepcja:

Zombie Boy Rick Genest )

Costume design and style Katarzyna Konieczka 

Photography: Jacek Narkielun and Mariusz KOBARU Kowal 

Love him

It scares me sometimes, the emptiness I see in my eyes.
The Wonder Years  (via disorder)
jollyrogers777:

True enough

jollyrogers777:

True enough

lucidnirvana:

here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
- e e cummings

lucidnirvana:

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- e e cummings