Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
reblogged ages ago, but i love this picture.
Oh hey, I forgot to show off the packbasket I made earlier last month! isn’t it puuuurddy?

Girl disappearing.

pronunciation | hop-E-‘pod-dla submitted by | umber-penumbra submit words | here

(by brookem_danno)
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
The Dying Animal by Philip Roth (via tothegypsy)

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via theredsungiant)