Missing misty LA

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

— Maya Angelou (via observando)
ghoulnextdoor:

"The Solar Woman", Solar Biology, by Hiram E. Butler, [1887] 
Look a long nap this afternoon as means of recovery from intense new year’s eve revelries.  Dreamed I was visiting a Scandinavian country during a high solar festival.  Lots of celebrations involving shrieking, shouting children running about and causing general chaos.  Pistachio meringues were munched on as people lay on blankets under the moon and watched the stars.
gills:

kate stewart

Sometimes, I think the great struggle of my life will be reconciling my desire to let others truly know me with my desire to remain a fly on the wall—invisible, quiet, and distinctly unknown.

— (via typewriterdaily)
pokec0re:

Fangta garden 2006 by woOoly on Flickr.
adapto:

Kurt Manley
aerbor:

self-portrait by Charlie Moreau