“A Lot Of People Tell Me I’m A Bit Dreamy. But I Like The Idea Of That. Of Being Somewhere Else.”

“Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.”

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

i support the whole dont romanticize coffee addictions movement but someone should’ve told this to 13 year old me watching gilmore girls for the first time because so much shit could’ve been prevented

everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book

this couldn't be more true

no one:

me: feels guilty for not reading, yet still doesn’t read

Barracks Home

by Tojo Suyemoto

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground, Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound Of neighbor’s gossip or the sweep of brooms The open door welcomes the refugees, And now at least there is no need to roam Afar: here space enlarges memories Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home. The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne Dry alkalai, patterned with insect feet, What peace can such a place as this impart? We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn, That time, disrupted by the war from neat Routines, must now adjust within the heart.

it’s okay to feel lost. we don’t always know where we’re going next.

i’m a hopeless romantic with all these ideal scenarios in my head but i’m also terrified of falling in love and trusting someone new.

Pixel Art by Julian Gariba

Berserk: Episode 25, 'Time of Eternity' (1997)

Michael Angelo's painting on top of the Palace of Versailles (ph. Adrianna Geo).