junio 6, 2013

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

Oscar Wilde (via fantasiesandgraves)

junio 6, 2013

junio 6, 2013

junio 6, 2013

mythologyofblue:

Robert Wharton, The Pleasures of Melancholy, A Poem, 1747

junio 6, 2013

junio 6, 2013

junio 6, 2013

This. – View on Path.

junio 6, 2013

junio 6, 2013

“Life makes detectives of each of us. There’s something at the end of the trail that we’re all looking for.”

junio 6, 2013