There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people....– Siddhārtha Gautama (via kari-shma)
Frozen Everything was normal and as it should be until one day I woke up and there was something wrong. I didn’t know what it was, but it was a kind of persistent thing that I couldn’t quite ignore. Something was cold and it was inside, not outside. It was like a place where someone had poked me with an icicle. A splinter of winter. The days passed like they do and I just got colder. The cold...
collectivelybritt: White On White- Fredrik
ckburch: Asleep—-The Smiths
j“It’s so weird to be young,” Alex said. “I realize that now. I look back on...– The Vast Fields of Ordinary, Nick Burd. (via likechildreninafairytale)
Angel By Massive Attack