fold your wings...

This fact,

this sadness,

its making me sick.

sciretacere:

Potted Things (by Arden Lee)

Potted Things (by Arden Lee)

“You are so young; you stand for beginnings. I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will, gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day. Perhaps you are indeed carrying within yourself the potential to visualize, to design, and to create for yourself an utterly satisfying, joyful, and pure lifestyle. Discipline yourself to attain it, but accept that which comes to you with deep trust, and as long as it comes from your own will, from your own inner need.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via 15natives)
(Source: ruefle, via 15natives)

(Source: mental-suicide, via vileallure)

“landed in this place, tried to make this island more like home” (Taken with instagram)

simple protoplasms…minus one. (Taken with instagram)

refridgerator ramblings (Taken with instagram)

On the bathroom floor of the Buckhorn… I really hate car bombs. (Taken with instagram)

I will be sleeping it off, just like you promised. (Taken with instagram)

Good morning, Lilo. (Taken with instagram)