Some Of My Analog Pictures I Took In The Park In June🌷

Greenhouses💚

i want a relationship but i want them to be like a friend to me, i dont want the relationship to be all about kissing, making out and sex i just wanna hang out with them, and go places, and just have fun wherever we go

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via occasional-wolf-on-caffeine)

Illumination.

The Secret Garden (1993)

“You don’t meet the people you love, you recognize them.”

— Anna Gavalda, “Life, Only Better” - translated by Tina Kover 

“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via berthemorisot)

You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted.

T.S. Eliot, from ‘Preludes (III)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems (via soracities)

“How much did you say the room was?”