A Mere Repository

//The shadow burns across like embers tide paper//

(Source: endlessvearth, via date)

(Source: unconfuses, via date)

metaphorformetaphor:

The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.

— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959. Notebooks 1951-1959. Ivan R. Dee, 2008

(Source: hellanne, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.”

—   Jim Morrison (via psych-facts)

(via 88cosmos)

“My only anxiety is, how can I be of use in the world?”

—   Vincent van Gogh (via yesdarlingido)

(Source: cemeterydoll, via keithcameron)

And I will call upon Your name/
And keep my eyes above the waves/
When oceans rise/
My soul will rest in Your embrace/
For I am Yours and You are mine//
Just the way to spend the day off. Out at sea without a worry, clinging onto a rope, riding the waves.// (at 🌊)
Below the clouds, above the city. Head above water, feet above ground.// #exploresingapore  (at Infinity Pool @ Marina Bay Sands Singapore, 57Th Floor)

robwoodcox:

Iceland in summary, since words cannot describe.

All photos are snapshots from my travels, more can be seen on insagram. Fine art pieces still to come.

(via thecultureofme)

likeafieldmouse:

Edward Hopper

1. Morning Sun (1952)

2. Interior (Woman Reading) (1925)

3. Automat (1927)

4. Intermission (1963)

5. City Sunlight (1954)