untitled by Kyle Scully on Flickr.
Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way. — Katie Kacvinsky, Awaken (via rauchwolken)
(Source: winterkristall, via donnawatsonart)
"Strix nebulosa", collage, Malerei und Zeichnung auf Papier, paper, ca. 40 x 30 cm.
Leaf and Snow, 11/29/2013
(Source: ruedebeautreillis, via workman)
M P Landis.
But it is still not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them, if they are many, and have the great patience to wait for them to come again. For it is not the memories themselves. Only when they become blood in us, glance and gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves, only then can it happen that in a very rare hour the first word of a line arises in their midst and strides out of them. — Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (via mythologyofblue)