166847003: You can grow accustomed to almost anything, I think, and that idea, just in itself, is scary.
Tag Archives: poetic
a-l-ancien-regime: Palais Lobkowitz
mybookandmycoffee: Can i have some? ๐ย
๊ฟ์ ์คํํ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ข์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ด๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋คThe best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up
[Thatโs it.] The lover writes, the believer hears, The poet mumbles and the painter sees, Each one, his fated eccentricity, As a part, but part, but tenacious particle, Of the skeleton of the ether, the total Of letters, prophecies, perceptions, clods Of color, the giant of nothingness, each one And the giant ever changing, living …
What is the point of being alive if you donโt at least try to do something remarkable? John Green (via styleandstarbucks)
He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wingsforlashes)