不知不覺不情不願又到巷子口
我沒有哭也沒有笑因為這是夢
Unknowingly, unwillingly,
I reached the crossroads
I didn’t cry, nor did I smile,
because this is a dream

5月 18th "No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.

This is all practice.
"
Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk, 1999 (via ileu)

(元記事: destructs (crywishesから))

5月 18th undr:

Maurice Tabard
Rue de raviolo paris 1948
5月 18th 3wings:

SwirlJian Lou (National Geographic Traveler Photo Contest)
5月 18th "I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centred, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal."
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via buttension)

(元記事: larmoyante (shi-souから))

5月 17th dawnawakened:

Martin Weibel, Black and White (2013)

“I am a Swiss based photographer who grew up in Lucerne, a real beautiful town in the center of Switzerland. My work mainly revolves around black and white street photography. I love this discipline because it’s always different, unpredictable, and unique. Each moment, although its potentiality is always there, occurs only once. I love taking photos of people, even strangers. And almost everywhere you go you will find them there. My curiosity about the human condition and how people go about their lives is what drives me. The opportunities that street photography provides you with are endless and the moments are always present, just waiting to be captured.” - Martin Weibel
5月 17th
5月 17th connerleephotography:

Trepidation 
Conner Lee Coughenour Photography
5月 17th mbaquino:

vanishing point
5月 17th undr:

Andreas Feininger
5月 17th "I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head."
Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream (via larmoyante)