Un Chien Andalou - 1929

…I will have to hold that silence.
There will be no track anymore.
There will be only that peculiar waiting.
There will be nothing to pick up.
There will be nothing.

— Anne Sexton, from KE-68018 (via ravnen)
electricrain:

ai7ku:

For a while I wasn’t really enjoying my life, but one way that I kept myself happy was to go to my favourite cafe by myself and draw. This is one that I drew one night while sitting out the back with a coffee and a cigarette. It was, and still is a form of meditation, and a way to escape from reality so I could clear my thoughts and place me in a better state of mind.

Same. It’s weird how often I forget how much my well being depends on it
pastelpets:


Vintage Flamingo Postcard

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

— Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions (via ravnen)

Mac Katter