1. 06:33 4th Jun 2012

    Notes: 102

    Reblogged from lepostitjaune

    lepostitjaune:

    HAWORTH TOMPKINS  Dovecote Studio, Snape, Suffolk, England  2009 | via

     

  2. 02:24

    Notes: 63

    Reblogged from blankpagesandinvisibleink

    you forget.

    blankpagesandinvisibleink:

    you forget who you are
    after days at the sea,

    you forget who you are

    and you remember who 
    you’re supposed to be. 

     

  3. 02:23 3rd Jun 2012

    Notes: 8981

    Reblogged from unebelletragedie

     

  4. 02:17 2nd Jun 2012

    Notes: 152

    Reblogged from leaveyouapen

    leaveyouapen:

    Nothing hurts more than 
    a paper cut from a page
    that contains a blade of 
    poetry.

     

  5. 02:23 1st Jun 2012

    Notes: 36

    Reblogged from mariposima

    No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.
    — Ansel Adams (via romeoforgotjuliet)
     

  6. 02:19 31st May 2012

    Notes: 390

    Reblogged from blankpagesandinvisibleink

    blankpagesandinvisibleink:

      not all poetry is written
     nor does every poet write, 
       my lover is a poet who
      turns skin to parchment
       and composes sonnets
              in the night. 

     

  7. 21:17 30th May 2012

    Notes: 991

    Reblogged from sarahplayshorn

    (Source: kinowear)

     

  8. 07:15

    Notes: 2

    Reblogged from anniecellist

    image: Download

    anniecellist: Taken with instagram

    anniecellist:

    Taken with instagram

     

  9. 02:30

    Notes: 71

    Reblogged from jayarrarr

    Defenestrations: Roads

    jayarrarr:

    All roads lead somewhere. Some of them lead to heartbreak and pain, although you’d never know that’s where you were headed as you’re near-floating down smooth pavement. Some of them lead to smiles and happiness, despite that they’re full of potholes and gravel and signs screaming things like SHARP CURVE and NO SHOULDER. There’s a road paved with empty whiskey bottles and broken smiles and shattered dreams. It’s littered with southern charm, Fitzgerald quotes, and Taylor Swift lyrics. It leads me to you. It may be rough but it’s short, like the first page of a secret story jotted down at 2:00 a.m. in a locked diary slipped under the mattress so I can sleep with you.

    I’m glad I decided to take that left turn at Albuquerque.

     

  10. 02:31 29th May 2012

    Notes: 1991

    Reblogged from sarahplayshorn

    (Source: imgfave)