untitled by Sumeja on Flickr.

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  • my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it


Yearning for permanence, and who wouldn’t?
Longing to believe it will last forever,
But what does? Nothing I know of.

Even the things that seem to stand still
Flow slowly into other forms.

The beloved’s first and only lesson:
Everything that is, becomes.


Gregory Orr, ”Yearning for permanence, and who wouldn’t,” from River Inside the River: Three Lyric Sequences (W. W. Norton & Co., 2013)

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The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson

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Translucent Creature Photos from the National Geographic archives

(via each-oceans-end)


I’m not in the mood for anything but a nap tbh.

(via ruinedchildhood)

"Listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go"

e.e. cummings (via observando)



instead of, you know, actually reading, I’ve been searching for even more books to read. ya feel?

I feel.

(via fantastic-gentlemen)

"The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

W.H. Auden, Selected Poems (via observando)

"I’m against suffering, but when it occurs, why waste the experience?"

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