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papermoon lillies and nightingales

Nov 3, 2009 11:00pm
Oct 16, 2009 3:00pm
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. - Anais Nin (via thejoyofrain) (via booklover) (via mrct)
Oct 16, 2009 2:56pm
nightmarebrunette:
Martin Lidell

nightmarebrunette:

Martin Lidell
Oct 15, 2009 11:27am
Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via joshisinfinite) (via libraryland) (via booklover)
Oct 15, 2009 11:27am
But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because ‘Thou mayest. - John Steinbeck (East of Eden) (via kaustubha) (via readbooks) (via booklover)
Oct 15, 2009 11:22am
so soft. she looks so alive yet a statue. fascinating.
zeigarnik:

via www.artmagick.com
John William GodwardBritish, 1861 - 1922 The Tambourine Girl

so soft. she looks so alive yet a statue. fascinating.

zeigarnik:

via www.artmagick.com

John William GodwardBritish, 1861 - 1922
The Tambourine Girl

Oct 14, 2009 2:45pm
It’s difficult to believe in yourself because the idea of self is an artificial construction. You are, in fact, part of the glorious oneness of the universe. Everything beautiful in the world is within you. No-one really feels self-confident deep down because it’s an artificial idea. Really, people aren’t that worried about what you’re doing or what you’re saying, so you can drift around the world relatively anonymously. You must not feel persecuted and examined. Liberate yourself from that idea that people are watching you. - Russell Brand (via nihilnoetia) (via booklover)
Oct 14, 2009 11:08am
sun strokes stones with fingers made of rays so light as feathers.
sky envelops mountains in blankets of clouds whispering tenderly - it’s a new day…
that’s love! (heart)

tartanspartan:
Mount Williamson, The Sierra Nevada, from Manzanar, California — Ansel Adams, 1945

sun strokes stones with fingers made of rays so light as feathers.

sky envelops mountains in blankets of clouds whispering tenderly - it’s a new day…

that’s love! (heart)

tartanspartan:

Mount Williamson, The Sierra Nevada, from Manzanar, California — Ansel Adams, 1945
Oct 14, 2009 11:00am
And now I’m going home for the night. Be who you are. No one does it better than you. - I Wrote This For You (aka please find this) @ Twitter (via mrct)
Oct 10, 2009 1:00am
Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people. - (via maybeimametaphor) (via thejoyofrain) (via booklover)
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