Open-door

(swimming through time.)

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num instante teve a revelação completa da magnitude do próprio engano, e perguntou a si mesma, aterrada, como tinha podido incubar durante tanto tempo e com tanta ferocidade semelhante quimera no coração. gabriel garcia marquez [o amor no tempo do cólera] (via dezenove) (via jogarse)
kari-shma:

Carrousel (via IrenaS)

kari-shma:

Carrousel (via IrenaS)

theanimalblog:

constantflux:

California Sea Lions - Sea of Cortez, Mexico (via James R.D. Scott)


Lucky bastard.

theanimalblog:

constantflux:

California Sea Lions - Sea of Cortez, Mexico (via James R.D. Scott)

Lucky bastard.

dezemeia:

pie0:

… and this concludes my photo flood.

dezemeia:

pie0:

… and this concludes my photo flood.

imnotmorrissey:

lethaargic: izmonsters: irobots: alanamarisa: aurynnx: prettypinkshoes: murphyslaw: 

“You have a serious problem of distorting reality. You could sleep with the entire planet and still feel rejected.”can’t stop repeating this quote.

imnotmorrissey:

lethaargic: izmonsters: irobots: alanamarisa: aurynnx: prettypinkshoes: murphyslaw:

“You have a serious problem of distorting reality.
You could sleep with the entire planet and still feel rejected.”

can’t stop repeating this quote.

We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep- it’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we’re very fortunate, by time itself. There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so. The Hours; Michael Cunningham (via anniewitt) (via soundnvision)
I’ve been a fan of Conor’s since I first heard his music in 2000, 2001. And his lyricism has been an inspiration since day one, so it’s incredible to be able to work in the studio with someone who you can trust with anything. The biggest thing is he approaches music with a tremendous heart, and a tremendous passion, and that’s a constant inspiration. M. Ward on Conor Oberst (via)