reading-books-in-the-moonlight:
๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐
๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐.
(Exiled Writer Moodboard, requested by junebugmo. Thank you so much!)
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1982
(via meerundwolken)
strawberriesandcoffee-deactivat:
feeling some dark academia vibes today *๏ฝฅใ๏พ๏ฝฅ*:.๏ฝก.๏ฝก.:*๏ฝฅโ*๏พ*โ๏ฝฅ*:.๏ฝก.๏ฝก.:*๏ฝฅใ๏พ๏ฝฅ*
(via meerundwolken)
An ode to the overcast winter hikes that got me through a long, cold, and isolated winter this year. Being in nature and watching the seasons slowly progress is a gentle reminder that nothing is permanent and that easier times are coming.
(via aurora-antebellum)
(via meerundwolken)
to be this bewitching; wearing purity and serenity like a second skin.
our love tastes
like an espresso
slightly too strong
a morning so pretty
it seems unreal
warm and tipsy nights
in summer drunken dancing
road trips singing
rock songs badly
our hands always
looking for each other