December 2011
“I knew that I was dying.
something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thenocturnals)
“She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via moonhymns)
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the...”
– Paulo Coelho (via nirvikalpa)
