Steppenwolf

they. Took my ears

— Ted Hughes (via teenager90s)

— Mary Oliver

— Nietzsche

— Édouard Boubat, Notebooks, 1958 From Édouard Boubat: A Gentle Eye

— Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again, translated by Ian Patterson. (via odettecarotte)

Henry James  2. Vincent van Gogh  3. Rainer Maria Rilke

— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXV (via goodreadss)

— Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)

The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.

From the sketchbook ✨🐰

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame Be my friend Hold me Wrap me up Unfold me I am small And needy Warm me up And breathe me Ouch, I have lost myself Again Lost myself, and I Am nowhere to be found Yeah, I think that I Might break Lost myself again And I feel unsafe Be my friend Hold me Wrap me up Unfold me I am small And needy Warm me up And breathe me Be my friend Hold me Wrap me up Unfold me I am small And needy Warm me up And breathe me

— (via amargedom)