Вчора була річниця з дня народження української поетеси

too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again just for them to puncture it all over again.

nocturne, excerpts from my journal

adorable.

misty weather. x

our souls long to belong, we carry an emptiness with us, and the moment our beloveds fill themselves with us we stop feeling empty, because whatever fulfills them fulfills us as well, since we share the same plate of love. how beautiful that we stop feeling empty when we give our souls away, simply because we are pouring ourselves into the right person

Finding old music you used to love is like getting back in touch with an old friend.

The Serenade by Carl Sterry (1894)

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

made me feel at peace at least once this day. thanks god for reminding me that tumblr actually exists.

Julius Paulsen (1860-1940, Danish) ~ Late Summer Night, 1899

[Source: nasjonalmuseet.no]

crossing fog somewhere in Switzerland

haha same

i would also add “the images in my head which accompany the flow of music from my earphones”.

my personality is like 92% the last book I read