(via thunder)
(via generable)
(via temporary)
(via aliensfromhell)
(via spaece)
(via sotick)
(via faulths)
Robin Hyde, from The Desolate Star & Other Poems (1906-1939); “Tryst,” c. April 1928 (x)
“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”— Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story