(Source: woyn)

Wonderfully illustrated insects! (Kafka?)

fer1972:

Blatte by Giulia Ghigini

I’d like to frolic here.

(In a head-to-toe, bug & poison ivy proof bodysuit, of course.)

(Source: kriptodepresija)

"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves."

- Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via larmoyante)

This photo reminds me of Lisbon. Upon seeing it, my heart melts a little as my mind goes back to my days of travel in Europe. There’s a sense of slight discomfort, a gentle nagging that I will never quite obtain the closure I desire.

This photo reminds me of Lisbon. Upon seeing it, my heart melts a little as my mind goes back to my days of travel in Europe. There’s a sense of slight discomfort, a gentle nagging that I will never quite obtain the closure I desire.

pubertad:

Selfportrait, Irina Ionesco (b. 1935)

"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."

- Charles Bukowski (via considerthishippie)