I am fascinated by the effect of Tom Hiddleston's face on the women of the internet: Never before have I encountered a sole object that can both bring pleasure and absolute destruction to the female soul. It's terrifying yet admirable.
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”—Henry Miller (via skeletales)
“To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears. To navigate beyond the treachery of self despair. To find the balance between all you sense and all you see. To find the patience and the strength it takes to let it be. To stand amongst the crowd and have the strength to hold your own. To throw away the pen and pad and simply be the poem.”—Saul Williams, ‘raised to be lowered’ (via ninestories)
I like waking up after it had rained. The smell of wet nature is such a pleasure. Living in front of a large forest is the best thing that could ever happen to you. You get the chance to live close to the nature. Always waking up to singing birds is lovely. The fog around your house, maybe there is also a little creek in your environment. Living next to the nature is sometimes better then living in a huge city with lots of noise and anonymity.
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I hate when I fall in love with a character in a film, but know that it’s not the character by themself, or the actor by themself, but the combination of the two that I love.
So even if there was some alternate universe where the character was real, I might not like them, because they’re not perfectly formed like that gorgeous actor, but if I met the actor, they wouldn’t be that character… The person I love doesn’t really exist and… :’(
Is there no winning?!??!
“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.”—Arthur Conan Doyle (via atomos)
“think of you in the in-between spaces, In the pause before the next heartbeat, in the clench of my chest before I exhale, in the swell of my courage before I say ‘hello’. Perhaps one day our lives will occupy one space. Touched shoulders, clasped hands, shared secrets.”—Kit Pecson (via atomos)