I often dream of getting back to where I’ve never been.

Michael Carini (via acrylicalchemy)

(via acrylicalchemy)

We are awfully lucky to be here - and by ‘we’ I mean every living thing. To attain any kind of life in this universe of ours appears to be quite an achievement. As humans we are doubly lucky, of course: We enjoy not only the privilege of existence but also the singular ability to appreciate it and even, in a multitude of ways, to make it better. It is a talent we have only barely begun to grasp.

Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything (via whats-out-there)

what is the water in a lake? a blank page. the ripples are its wrinkles. and every one is a wound.

Edmond Jabès, The Book Of Questions II (via beryl-azure)

(via beryl-azure)

i remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

Zelda Fitzgerald (via beryl-azure)

(via beryl-azure)

the astonishing flowers, seething a blue i could barely see.

Mark Doty, Days of 1981 (via beryl-azure)

(via beryl-azure)

i remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

Zelda Fitzgerald (via beryl-azure)

(via beryl-azure)

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Walt Whitman (via kaleidoscopedreams)

(via kaleidoscopedreams)

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

W. S. Merwin  (via kaleidoscopedreams)

(via kaleidoscopedreams)

I am where I was:
I walk behind the murmur,
footsteps within me, heard with my eyes,
the murmur is in the mind, I am my footsteps,
I hear the voices that I think,
the voices that think me as I think them,
I am the shadow my words cast.

Octavio Paz (via songnsilence)

two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.

Haruki Murakami (via beryl-azure)