Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

neuraldamage:

vintage illustration, constellations of the northern hemisphere

You must be broken and worn out by waiting.

jebiga-design-magazine:

Top Photography Schools in the World

For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavily as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via mirroir)