You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.
Victoria Erickson (via awakenedvibrations)
I’ve officially been summed up
73% of my mood depends on the shade of the lighting in my environment
Casual Blessings (via allthingssoulful)
A Growth Which Was Seeded in a Gesture
(after a portrait of Marina Abramović)
105 x 105 cm
oil on linen
Surreal Photography by Brooke Shaden
Plastinated circulatory system
I don’t want that inside of me
SUN WORSHIP -
dried flowers on top of my photograph.
Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham, pre-Fleetwood Mac