Dream. Instead of doing nothing.

The earth is evil. We don’t need to grieve for it.

Melancholia (2011)

(Source: mrsnaomiwatts, via katiebishop)

From a sunny sunday (en Coogee Beach)

From a sunny sunday (en Coogee Beach)

“Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.”

– Mahmoud Darwish, Absent Presence (via observando)

“Like sunlight, sunset, we appear, we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through.”

– Natalia in Before Midnight
bukart:

“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” 

bukart:

“I will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again.”