I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

Jorge Luis Borges (via uglypnis)
fatalwetdream:

ceramics now for sale! by kaye blegvad on Flickr.
electricsexdoll:

365daysofleica:

06.26.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
"What is art but a way of seeing?" -Thomas Berger

미안해. 수천수만 번을 말하고 또 미안해
이 좁은 방의 낮은 천장이 하늘이란 게,
내가 너의 우산이자 비란 게.
I’m sorry. No matter how many times I say it, I’m still sorry
That this low ceiling of this small room is our sky,
That I’m not your umbrella, but your rain.

— Tablo (밑바닥에서)
black-boys:

Kaine by Stephanie Yt

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next — if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions — you’d be doomed. You’d be as ruined as God. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to.

— Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin (via fotelja)
hawxr:

"Du wirkst so unruhig in letzter Zeit, doch ich frag nicht nach - habe Angst deinen Gedanken nicht Stand zu halten."

pouka priče je da jelena sluša hipstersku muziku. što to točno znači hipstersku, pogledajte sami.

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