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More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
— (via brxknpetal)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via cherryfunkaroo)

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My thoughts, my soul, my nomadic madness. I’ve always been searching for something greater, desperate for an untouched and promising entity to lead me to somewhere. Always caught between reality and the metaphysical, wide-eyed and hopeful for something more. I am the ‘other woman’. The ‘nomad’. The girl who belonged to both no – one and the whole world. The girl with no fixed designation, the girl with a dozen homes in the arms of a dozen strangers. Searching. Wandering. Yearning.
— The Traveller, prose by m.k (via inkstainedfallacy)

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colourthysoul:

John Bauer - Swan Suit (1908)

colourthysoul:

John Bauer - Swan Suit (1908)

(via thunderous-dandelion)

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Read to your heart’s content. Though if you are a reader, the heart is never content.
— Jenny Hubbard, Paper Covers Rock  (via mirroir)

(Source: quoted-books, via mirroir)

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aneleh:

Felice Casorati “Dreaming Of Pomegranates” 1912

aneleh:

Felice Casorati “Dreaming Of Pomegranates” 1912

(via mudwerks)

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