likeafieldmouse:
Andrew Wyeth - Adrift (1982)
I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
blue-voids:
Letters from Vincent van Gogh to his brother, Theo.
gingerhaze:
i have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Pink explosion (by Maïka De Keyzer)
ofwgblake:
“There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?”