ragbag:

everytime i shake somebody’s hand, i think of this undated oskar andersson cartoon from 1902.
__source: mannen som gör vad som faler honom in (1902)previously.

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds–but I think of you always in those intervals.

— Salvador Plascencia (via likeafieldmouse)
poete:

Pierre Mornet
dustjacketattic:

photo lisa cohen | country style
aplaceforart:

cafe time, by inslee
artpixie:

(via Comfort Food on Behance)
evocates:

Murray
impressionsandco:

www.selfservicemagazine.tumblr.com

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

— Charles Bukowski (via spiritual-mess)