February 2012
25 posts
mythologyofblue:
And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things - those Strange eyes of his - what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?
―Anna Akhmatova
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see,...”
– Joan Didion
(invisiblestories)
“One sould be in love. Love should not be just a relationship, it should be a...”
– Osho (via yogachocolatelove)
January 2012
154 posts
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