Golly. I wish life was really like that. Floods spontaneously materializing if only to make you see something new.
You offend reason, sir. I should like to offend it with you.– John Darling (via casuallean)
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what...– alice in wonderland (via jullliaaa) (via lameasitcanget)
He was the spite in the wind as it tore at your skin. The pollen in the flowers that gave you Rhinitis, this torturous itching making you want to tear at your flesh. He was the mocking call when you were chained to a worn desk. He was the stabbing ice of water when time ran away from you in the shower. He was the thought that kept you from the brink of sleep, whispering glorious lies into your...
He felt about books as doctors feel about medicines, or managers about plays -...– Dame Rose Macauley (via suzywire)
Works of art are indeed always products of having been in danger, of having gone...– Rainer Maria Rilke.
amateur astronomy #4
Wilfred Owen, the legend.