face the Broken World als ich kann

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.

— Yara Bashraheel (via sigh-twombly)

(Source: yarotica, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

15 September 2014 reblog: yarotica


neil-gaiman:

youaintpunk:

sarajevomoja:

talk about perspective. shit.

Fucking hell.

I remember the first time I saw a map of Africa to scale. My jaw dropped.

neil-gaiman:

youaintpunk:

sarajevomoja:

talk about perspective. shit.

Fucking hell.

I remember the first time I saw a map of Africa to scale. My jaw dropped.

15 September 2014 reblog: sarajevomoja


15 September 2014 reblog: nevver


The uneasy suspicion that if you heard yourself talking, you would sound like an asshole.

Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)

(via nevver)

15 September 2014 reblog: magnificentruin


15 September 2014 reblog: nevver


15 September 2014 reblog: nevver


Instead of experiencing our being in the world, we behold it from the outside as spectators of images projected on the surface of the retina.

Juhani Pallasmaa, “On Perception,” c. 2000 (via nickkahler)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

8 September 2014 reblog: nickkahler


Make a mess. Do it right.

Make a mess. Do it right.

8 September 2014 simpsons


8 September 2014 reblog: nevver


And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

Hanif Kureishi, from Intimacy (Scribner, 1999)

(Source: freyjageist, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

4 September 2014 reblog: freyjageist