Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
lost soul


Swedish dorm room
um excuse? my dorm room betta look like dis

Andrey Shch on Flickr
In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
written by Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena 

Keaton Henson
Deze foto beschrijft zoveel fijnheid dat het onmogelijk uit te drukken is in woorden.

Cyril Edward Power (1872-1951): Speed Trial, c.1932, linocut, printed in viridian, permanent blue and Chinese blue, on buff oriental laid tissue, 196 mm x 375 mm, private collection, source: ukauctionnews.com.
I’m interested in humans. I think humans are so fascinating, and the fact that we’re like, beautiful, and violent, and vile, all in the same breath. That the mundane and the exalted can live very simultaneously; and I think I’m more interested now in not the romanticized version of what people are, but what people actually are. Thats the stuff that just like, totally gets me off.
written by Annie Clark (St. Vincent)