The Great Starry Void
The sheltering sky, the devouring vastness.
The eye wants to sleep but the head is no mattress.
What words are there to tell how long a night can be?
Drunk with love, I wander in the dark.


a gallery » 笠原しい
# "I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for."
Jonathan Safron Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via spenserstevens)

(Source: theunquotables, via potea)


moroccan textile - black sheep unique

Miroslav Tichý

Alicia Galer Kew Forestry Print

Art in America / 1973
# "I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky."
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart   (via portails)

(Source: infidelium, via frails)