Lift up your dark heart and sing a song about
how time drifts past you like the gentlest, almost
imperceptible breeze.

Jim Harrison, from “Cold Poem,” Saving Daylight (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)

(Source: litverve)

251 plays Animal Miike Snow

stormesend:

"I change shapes just to hide in this place

but I’m still, I’m still an animal.”

entertheyeezus:

It’s so damn hard staying angry at someone who makes your stomach and chest explode with incredible feelings that spread a smile on your face. It’s difficult.

urbvnoutfitter:

the-altar:

grebnesieh:

Grab her booty in front of dudes who want her.

Grab her booty in front of women who want you.

Grab her booty


mermanmercutio:

Shot these with my phone through my telescope

(Source: vamparnasse)

…And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda, Poetry (via introspectivepoet)