The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
|—||Thomas Merton (via everybodystopsandgawps)|
George Stubbs, Mares and Foals without a Background, c. 1762
The sentiment of the moment: “Well, and what next?”
“Well, and what next?” 2007, by Tonya Doughty, Wenatchee, WA
-.- i know
The Mosaic Floor by Ralph Heimans
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
|—||Jeffrey Eugenides (via prima-volta)|
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.
|—||Simone Weil (via intricatelylaced)|