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3:20 pm  •  4 May 2011  •  4 notes

“When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. So poetry becomes a philosophy to guide a man throughout his life.”

— Andrei Tarkovsky (via avinalaf)

(Source: bristol.ac.uk, via avinalaf)

6:53 pm  •  26 April 2011  •  71 notes

I like the days when everything is clear, but yet mysterious.

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4:51 pm  •  25 April 2011  •  2,309 notes

Dream of caves.

(Source: restlessforthefuture)

4:43 pm  •  25 April 2011  •  458 notes

lovelikebirds: This summer, I want.  Me: Yes.

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4:41 pm  •  25 April 2011  •  29 notes

Jag pratade med farfar på julaftons kväll. Vitt. För hjerta och smärta, en frödjefull jul. Jag hade för första gång fått känna dofterna i farmors nya hem. Farfars broddar. Det hände sig helt plötsligt - när han helt utan tvekan - öppnade sin tanke. Sin alldeles egna bild av den gudomliga skriften. Utanför föll snöflingorna vackrare än någonsin, för hans ord innehöll inga svar. 

3:41 pm  •  18 January 2011

The little scars. They rendered in my head as a result of objects or moments that affected me with a stroke of light. I was my true self in a frozen frame. They are many, but they blurred out in a snap. This book will keep them alive - until they blur again.

11:32 am  •  7 January 2011