and delight reigned.
A handpicked medley of inspirations, musings, and things of general interest.

Fading summer nights by thedenizenco on Flickr.

an ongoing collection of thoughts


Perpetual Calendar, Arina Pozdnyak, Joram Nathanael, Igor Lyagushin

罪人 + 情人



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“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.” ― Emma Watson

Wake me like coffee,
soothe me like a cup of tea,
you are all my warmth.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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i took this in verona the morning after the arctic monkeys concert and everything was silent and still and i remember thinking that i would have given anything for the world to stay this way 




i’m glad you exist

this is so beautiful wow

(Source: milk03, via depart-ures)


this fucking line. this is revolutionary.
That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be.
Jim Morrison (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Am well. Thinking of you always. Love
Albert Camus, The Plague (via wordsnquotes)

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[M]an has such a predilection for systems and abstract deductions that he is ready to distort the truth intentionally, he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses only to justify his logic.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via whyallcaps)

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The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.
Mark Twain (via onlinecounsellingcollege)