(Source: sleepy-edits)

"

And as much as I’d like to believe there’s a truth beyond illusion, I’ve come to believe that there’s no truth beyond illusion. Because, between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.

…And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky —- so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.

"

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via liquidnight)

slept for two hours last night omg euthanise me pls

Thank you for 50 years of animation, Hayao Miyazaki! 

(Source: aprettyfire, via all-studioghibli)

"Silence is safe."

Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh (via dailydoseofstuf)

just 2 things for the next week

1. be patient

2. be kind 

(Source: sleepy-edits, via totoro-is-my-neighbor)

make me choose:
↳ Anonymous asked: Dragon Haku or No-Face

(via totoro-is-my-neighbor)

'how do we carry on? with hope, always with hope.'

hentai-ass:

blazed-vibes:

This is powerful

Damn

(Source: robemmy, via dipq)

i don’t need your half heartedness 

millionsmillions:

W.H. Auden lived a secret life, not as a man with a second family or an illicit habit but as, weirdly enough, a genuinely kind human being. He paid for a friend’s costly operation and camped outside the apartment of a woman who suffered from night terrors until she felt safe enough to sleep on her own again. So why did the poet want to hide his good deeds? He claimed he didn’t want to be admired for basic decency.

millionsmillions:

W.H. Auden lived a secret life, not as a man with a second family or an illicit habit but as, weirdly enough, a genuinely kind human being. He paid for a friend’s costly operation and camped outside the apartment of a woman who suffered from night terrors until she felt safe enough to sleep on her own again. So why did the poet want to hide his good deeds? He claimed he didn’t want to be admired for basic decency.

(via journalofanobody)

cleo1-2:

Ivan`s childhood by Andrey Tarkovskiy

cleo1-2:

Ivan`s childhood by Andrey Tarkovskiy

(via journalofanobody)

(Source: coalgirls, via kiyaasarin)