My save haven.

Ravens and Doves are welcome.

The poetry & prose say it all. My own personal renaissance.

A time of development.

An enlightenment of age.

Warmth

Warmth

(Source: tobeatiger, via winter-aconite)

(Source: post-punk)

SEPTEMBER HOROSCOPES, by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

did-you-kno:

The lake is famous for the steeple of a submerged 14th-century church; when the water freezes, this can be reached on foot. A legend says that during winter one can still hear church bells ring. In reality the bells were removed from the tower on July 18, 1950, a week before the demolition of the church nave and the creation of the lake.

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fuckyeahimmi:

forbiddendisco: This song popped in my head this morning and I remember this never leaving my turntable 7 years ago. 

fuckyeahimmi:

forbiddendisco: This song popped in my head this morning and I remember this never leaving my turntable 7 years ago. 

—  William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via wordsnquotes)

(via x-moonlightshadow-x)


this would be such a beautiful way to end my summer…
( javonlove, thefirstannaofarendelle, internettprincess )

this would be such a beautiful way to end my summer…

( javonlove, thefirstannaofarendelle, internettprincess )

(Source: caseykaui, via dominiquepancner)

— Matthew Fisher on Tamed by Emma Chase (via suspend)

(via rivur)


darksilenceinsuburbia:


Sell The Vatican…

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Sell The Vatican…

(Source: sellthevatican)

Is it life’s way of putting us in our place?
Is it God’s way of showing his face?

We were carried away
By the day
A friend was carried away
When I just wanted to stay
By her side

The shrapnel and screech
The shrewd horn and infectious beat

I just want to retreat

To be carried away
Is that okay?

This was foretold
But what was I to say?

It happened, and I don’t want to stay in that place
My friend
But I won’t get out alive if I never see your smiling face
Again

Don’t get carried away