ms-jelly-sky:

aetherial:

A very good reference for Writers, too.  The color of a room, or someone’s clothing can convey emotion or a state of being, or even set the tone for a setting or a situation.

Colors often come with ingrained connotations - they certainly have strong meanings in Asian cultures, and in European cultures they have intrinsically understood meanings.

Red - passion, blood, anger, fire (for example)

This is going in my writer’s journal.

I NEED IT

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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.
mephistos-cafe-lattes:

lighter-stronger-healthier:

i can’t stop watching

his hair tho, as the hood flies off

mephistos-cafe-lattes:

lighter-stronger-healthier:

i can’t stop watching

his hair tho, as the hood flies off

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Basically.

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martinekenblog:

Minimalist Illustrations That Will Make You Smile

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awkwardsituationist:

photos eric lafforgue and michale evans in new ireland island and bougainville island (papua new guinea and autonomous zone)

 Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! 

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i forget that princes don’t have tails
until they kick at the water i am trying to make their home.

i forget that sailors drink no salt
until their bodies shrivel and wrinkle in the sea.

i forget that that captains must, too, breathe air
until my kisses do nothing to warm their lips.

i forget that i am not meant to care for them
until my sisters congratulate me on their death.

i forget that lovers can drown as well as enemies
until, one by one, they go limp in my arms.

i forget that i cannot cry
until it is all i cannot do to mourn.

i forget i am a monster
because what good would remembering do?

Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
lulz-time:

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

I want one pleeeeaaase :(

lulz-time:

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

I want one pleeeeaaase :(

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Too great oppression for a tender thing.

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maddierose:

Brooklyn Roasting Company / photo by Patrick Janelle

maddierose:

Brooklyn Roasting Company / photo by Patrick Janelle