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)