I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.
- Anne Brontë (via observando)
Rough sketch of a potential tattoo 🌞

my friend draws cute things <3

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
- Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers (via feellng)

(via coffeeand-flowers)

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
- William Shakespeare (via observando)

 nature/vintage posts

Currently reading

One of my favourites!
I miss Udaipur!
Most refreshing drink ever…with a kick👌