Mantra ‘til May.
Oh, Lerin.
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
— Sylvia Plath
All my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
Smother by Daughter
(Source: 365musicdiary)
Why don’t you want to watch the stars?
Timisoara, Romania
November, 2012
Sister girl.
Fisherman’s Terminal
Seattle, WA
January 2013
To be commanded to love God at all, let alone in the wilderness, is like being commanded to be well when we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying of thirst, to run when our legs are broken. But this is the first and great commandment nonetheless. Even in the wilderness - especially in the wilderness - you shall love him.
— Frederick Buechner
The Woods- Daughter
(Source: traceflowers)
The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interests upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance. Thus we demand that the world grant us recognition for qualities which we regard as personal possessions: our talent or our beauty. The more a man lays stress on false possessions, and the less sensitivity he has for what is essential, the less satisfying is his life. He feels limited because he has limited aims, and the result is envy and jealousy. If we understand and feel that here in this life we already have a link with the infinite, desires and attitudes change.
— Carl Jung (via heartmindawakening)
(Source: randomglory, via tmshkr)
^.^
Falling in love with Brooklyn’s music scene.
