cloudbusting


Hanna / 20 / Norway
And when a train goes by, it's such a sad sound...


ginandtonic4slicesoflime:

there is not enough surrealism in my day to day life

onlybluesunday:

do you want a flower?

onlybluesunday:

do you want a flower?

blastedheath:

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Algue blanche sur fond rouge et vert [White seaweed on red and green background], 1947, Color pochoir. image: 47.6 x 36.5 cm., sheet: 75.6 x 62.9 cm. Numbered 83/200.

blastedheath:

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Algue blanche sur fond rouge et vert [White seaweed on red and green background], 1947, Color pochoir. image: 47.6 x 36.5 cm., sheet: 75.6 x 62.9 cm. Numbered 83/200.

themoominfan:

MOOMIN
madformorrissey:

"I’m in bed before 10pm. I don’t read before I go to sleep but I soon dream - which is the same thing."
-MORRISSEY 1984

madformorrissey:

"I’m in bed before 10pm. I don’t read before I go to sleep but I soon dream - which is the same thing."
-MORRISSEY 1984

cinoh:

1. Vali Myers

2. Stone Bull Sculpture at Chamundi Hill Mysore Karnataka, 1880`s (India)

7.9.14: Waterlilies

7.9.14: Waterlilies

peonyandbee:

quietlyeverafter: Lizzy Stewart
(via nice-shoulders)
dyuria:

Tove Jansson

dyuria:

Tove Jansson

When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain all.
Rustling among my emotions, I found nothing better than dead leaves.
—Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 30 September, 1926.  (via mirroir)

(Source: fleurstains)

— it’s getting dark much earlier now

Walking this evening

Loneliness does not come from having no people around, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views others find inadmissible.
—Carl Jung  (via eliego)

(Source: psych-facts)

dionyssos:

Claude Monet , Glycines ,100 x 300 cm ( 1917 - 1920 ) oil on canvas

dionyssos:

Claude Monet , Glycines ,100 x 300 cm ( 1917 - 1920 ) oil on canvas