raupenbahn:

Egypt, 1920s, in colour. Autochromes taken by Gervais Courtellemont and W. Robert Moore for National Geographic.

(Source: dagasa)

"a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go"

e.e. cummings (via pythons)

i was in love with a place in my mind in my mind

"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

A. A. Milne  (via merkmal)

(Source: pavorst)

Robert Montgomery

my very favourite thing about spring

(Source: japanlove)

"

Burn all of your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.

Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.

Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you can burn.

Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.

This is the art of
living with a ticking heart — a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.

This is how I destroyed you. And this, is how
I kept you alive.

Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.

"

Shinji Moon, “Advice From Dionysus” (via commovente)

villesdeurope:

Montreux, Switzerland