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What you'll find here: art, quotes, prose, poetry.

My writing
0rient-express:

Paradise of mine | by 弢 朱.

exulansis

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.

That proves you are unusual,” returned the Scarecrow; “and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.

- L. Frank Baum, The Land of Oz (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

sosuperawesome:

Cate Parr on Etsy

That proves you are unusual,” returned the Scarecrow; “and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.

- L. Frank Baum, The Land of Oz (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
elenamorelli:

{ towards the sun }

elenamorelli:

{ towards the sun }

some things never leave a person: scent of the hair of one you love, the texture of persimmons, in your palm, the ripe weight.

- Li-Young Lee (via beryl-azure)

Mount Baker Sunrise ➾ Jayme Gordon
Mount Baker Sunrise ➾ Jayme Gordon

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

Kiss
the mouth
which tells you, here,
here is the world.
This mouth. This laughter.

These temple bones.

how long does it take to percuss this antidote page by page?
to know this, to sow this, to grow this graveyard of intimate dread

to sit—half promise, half prophecy, an anthology of alcohol at dawn
to learn that all the ghosts that haunt your heart needn’t come from the dead

- Scherezade Siobhan, from “In Memoriam” (via apoetreflects)

Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry.

- Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms,” from Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written (Salamander Press, 1981)
exploringthenetherlands:

Amsterdam, The Netherlands (by Vincent Gosselin)

exploringthenetherlands:

Amsterdam, The Netherlands (by Vincent Gosselin)

with-grace-and-guts:

The Sweetest Moments by blue mountain thyme on Flickr.