wehadfacesthen:

Photo by Vivian Maier, New York City, 1950s
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
- Edvard Munch (via twelve-sunflowers)

(via sassysucculent)


What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
- Anton Chekhov  (via consequent-inconsequence)

(Source: larmoyante, via eksplozja)


jose-ariel-cuevas:

Vladimir Nabokov: A man without a nationality.

Open window, Collioure; Henri Matisse.
aubreylstallard:

Matisse

bvghvb:

never seen such good things / devendra banhart

If we ever make sweet love again 

i’m sure that it will be quite disgusting 

formalineme7:

Plain Near Auvers, 1890 by Vincent van Gogh
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
- Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968   (via tealosophic)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via gentlethrills)


grace-darling:

i luv this little baby