finally hommmmeeee

"Hers was a twilight world, where the moon floated up over the trees at night like a tremulous balloon of silver light and the bluish rays wavered through the leaves outside her window, quivering in fluid patterns on the wallpaper of her room. The very air was mildly opaque, and forms wavered and blended one with the other. The wind blew in gentle, capricious gusts, now here, now there, coming from the sea or from the rose garden (she could tell by the scent of water or of flowers"

Sylvia Plath (via purplebuddhaproject)

"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens."

Jimi Hendrix  (via bodyfluids)

(Source: observando)

perspectave:

how many followers do I need until I get random anons asking me how my day was?