Marseille (avec Pierre) 

When your friends are ur muses

take me to the lakes

where all the poets went to die

i don't belong and my beloved neither do you

those windermere peaks

look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

t.s. - the lakes.

reblog if you support cats tucked up in bed

Guido Crepax

Cats and train miniature

Me

No thoughts in there

I got a bunch of pictures developed, and these look beautifully eerie

“The ‘now what’ question is a continual challenge, not a static endpoint. It means to open up creativity, exploration, ongoing efforts from multiple places. To do all that, we have to keep reading, keep listening, keep reflecting, keep learning.”

Teo You Yenn, This is What Inequality Looks Like

Tina

green? green <3