я обожнюю книги. книжки. книжечки. книжочки. книжечечки.

I'll figure it out, but let me panic first -

КАРПАТСЬКА ВЕЧІРНЯ Заплутались хмари в смереках, Влилися туманами в ніч. Ми йдемо високо й далеко Вітрам і стихіям навстріч. Позаду лишилася втома І міст асфальтова тюрма. Мабуть, в нас таки не всі вдома, Бо нас нині вдома нема! Ми знову на стежці ведмежій, Де крешуть з небес ковалі. Вечірню заграву-пожежу Роздмухує Той, що в скалі. Із сонцем і ми одпочинем, А рано в дорогу нам час, Бо сині карпатські вершини Давно вже чекають на нас! К. МІЩЕНКО

where i should belong:

Quiet by Stepan Ohiy, 1950s

opening tumblr is like stepping into the woods at night and listening to the chaotic screams of wandering spirits

guys, yesterday in my so-called virtual diary i wrote an extremely spontaneous and emotional thought. “like i don’t belong anywhere. it feels like this all the time”. and here it is. the answer of the fkn tumblr post appearing out of nowhere. do i still have a need to share my feelings with actual people or what?

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

i love the mountains.

via

you are supposed to be your own safe space. you are supposed to find solace in your time alone. it shouldn’t be violent. handle yourself with care

i think i love it here. ).

Warm September morning

*actively searching for those who belong to the race that knows Joseph*