The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little to me.

— Jon Kabat-Zinn (via iamcharliesangel)
sutton15445:

campsis:

becca stadtlander illustration: The Enormous Tiny Art Show #16


http://mypaisleyworld.blogspot.com/
lawrenceleemagnuson:

Ben Nicholson (UK 1894-1982)1930 (Cumberland Farm)oil on canvas 38.5 x 43 cm

9-1

scottiehughes:

sleep in sometime.
birds do not understand
which weeks are best to
dream off, to rub out of
your eyes as you wake
up. never listen to
birds before noon.

let yourself sink.
tension is best eased
out of your joints as
your subconscious sings,
runs unhindered through
impossible landscapes,
ending in late morning light.

anchor me in sleep.
uncover me like I am
a slice of sunlight you
can roll around in your
soft mouth, like tiny
sections of a
clementine.

Be gentle with yourself. You’re doing the best you can.

— Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Marie Egner, Kupferschale mit weißen und rosa Blumen gefüllt (detail)
By 1940