The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move, nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all.
"Shrouded within the park of Villa Demidoff (just north of Florence, Italy), there sits a gigantic 16th century sculpture known as Colosso dell’Appennino, or the Appennine Colossus. The brooding structure was first erected in 1580 by Italian sculptor Giambologna. Like a guardian of the pond in front of him, the giant is in an endless watchful pose, perched atop his earthy seat.”
over the hills and far away, a misty mountain hop. photos by michal karckz
༺ Can You Handle a Twisted Fairy Tale? ༻
Kristina Haynes, “Hypocrite” (via fleurishes)
Nathaniel Hawthorne, American Note-Books, 1838 (via blue-burn)
ive never seen anything prettier than the ocean at dawn
se un ragazzo ti tocca le tette tu cosa fai?
gli chiedo dove le ha trovate.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Paintings by Jeremy Mann