(Source: nickn-the-last-boyscout)
(Source: nickn-the-last-boyscout)
There is a strange frenzy in my head,
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.
Is the One I love everywhere?
— Rumi
(Source: nirvikalpa)
Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I (via erosboros)
(Source: freyjageist)
It was a terrible blow to hear that you actually worked. I didn’t think anyone did so anymore. It’s so old-fashioned to work. I’d much rather lounge about the house all day looking fascinating. I’d rather look fascinating than have a permanent income. Am I insane?
— Morrissey, in one of the many letters he wrote to his pre-Smiths pen-pal, Robert Mackie, during the 1980s (via fernsandmoss)
(Source: nirvikalpa)
(Source: utasteofhoney)