211/365: For a friend.


Let us forget we were ever ourselves, and just be the wind instead




. by Careless Edition on Flickr.

Oh my, the way my heart winces when my mind says this battle won’t be won

  • 2headedsnake:

Esther Sarahkim
'Death Treading'


The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.
Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)
All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox. Rabo Art Collection

    Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door. -Sophia Dembling - The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World  (via dianekrugers)

    (Source: cumbered-cat, via four-fires)


Jake Stangel


    If God could run out of grace, He would’ve for me by now. And yet every morning I wake up, He says, “There is more, there is still more.”

    (via solomons-ashes)

  • cactuseeds:

my neighborhood always looks so sad after the rain