The Night Born

"I was with the night-born at last, and I knew that was where I belonged. And for the first time in my life, it seemed to me, I went to bed happy that night, looking out under a corner of the canvas at the stars cut off black by a big shoulder of mountain, and listening to the night-noises, and knowing that the same thing would go on next day and forever and ever, for I wasn't going back. And I never did go back."

I'm a 25 year old photographer and printmaker just trying to find her way.

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These are the things that I love:

Tarot Asks

The Fool: Something you've always wanted to try
The Magician: Something you're very good at
The High Priestess: One thing you wish you knew
The Empress: A woman you really admire
The Emperor: A man you really admire
The Hierophant: Something you believe in
The Lovers: A person who makes you very happy
The Chariot: A prize or award you've won
Strength: Something you struggle with
The Hermit: Favourite way to spend a day alone
The Wheel Of Fortune: Something you wish you could change
Justice: A decision you wish you could do over
The Hanged Man: A time when you wished someone would listen to you
Death: Someone you really miss
Temperance: Your ideal day
The Devil: Who you talk to when you're dealing with big issues
The Tower: Something that changed your life
The Star: Someone you consider perfect
The Moon: Something you fear
The Sun: Your happiest memory
Judgement: Your favourite song(s)
The World: Your dream job

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

varaocavalcanti:

"Oh, I said I could rise from the harness of our goals. Here come the tears but like always - I let them go, just let them go”.

Favorites of all time. So many feelings.

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eastmanhouse:

Self-portrait with laboratory instruments Robert Cornelius, American, 1809 - 1893
December 1843 daguerreotype Image: 8.5 x 7 cm)

eastmanhouse:

Self-portrait with laboratory instruments
Robert Cornelius, American, 1809 - 1893

December 1843
daguerreotype
Image: 8.5 x 7 cm)

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Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
- Henry David Thoreau (via fuckyeahthoreau)

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
- Franz Kafka (via sharpbriar)

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I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees.
- Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play” (via aworldofexperiences)

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Being a person is getting too complicated.
- Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman (via narobe)

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And it never ever gets any easier…
Moving back to Texas tomorrow. Again.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
- Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.