~(=^‥^)/ send me your name & i'll write a letter
for you in public.

away


how far is heaven?

haze | moon nymph | beating heart/s
There was never butterflies. Just fire.
— Six word poem (b.c)

(Source: aracelllis, via daydreamsincoldplay)

ma-demoiselle-cherie:

Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
alfiusdebux:

Schoolgirls climb Gold Hill past old abbey walls in Shaftesbury, England, 1955, Kathleen Revis.  National Geographic
rookiemag:

Sunday Comic: Where Is the Magic?

It has to be out there.
By Kendra.

“Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.”

— Ranier Maria Rilke  (via petrichour)

(Source: deather-child, via nymfeia)


François Truffaut, Stolen Kisses, 1968.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

The Beatles - Blackbird

(Source: aladdinnsane, via cestlavieparis)

♬ 1433 plays
floriental:

(this feeling in my memory)


    to the moon