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?”