Lost In Nature

Whisper sonnets in my ear and seal them upon my lips. And with delicate strokes, cover me in vibrant coloured paint and watch me come alive.



There is no difference between Time and any of the three dimensions of Space except that our consciousness moves along it.

H. G. Wells, The Time Machine (via larmoyante)
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Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.

Clementine Paddleford (via blua)

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I dream about having a house by the water and not doing anything, not feeling ambitious, nor having the need to make money.

Lee Pace (via larmoyante)

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I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

F. Scott Fitzgerald about Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to a friend dated Febuary 1920 (via larmoyante)
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Do you hear the Whispermen? The Whispermen are near. If you hear the Whisper Men, then turn away your ear. Do not hear the Whisper Men, whatever else you do! For once you’ve heard the Whisper Men, they’ll stop…and look at you.

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