Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
by Haruki Murakami 
zigrawr:

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via: vintage a 
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.
by Ray Bradbury 

snarg:

one time I was really high and took a hot bath and I closed my eyes and imagined myself as a noodle floating in hot soup

teabythesea:

Gisele Bundchen by Herb Ritts for Vogue Paris, Nov. 1999
fixatedonfashion:

Charlotte Tilbury for Sass&Bide