mai-nyu:

wild things taking care of wild things.

revisiting old themes.

*vomits from exhaustion*

thee-gold-bug:

Claude Monet / Nymphéas / c 1915

(via hiking-the-ocean)

jessieunderthesea:

This is literally my dream
“I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.”
— Daul Kim   (via oiseauperdu)

(via dostoievski-is-my-soulmate)