Moonlight on the sea, 1896 by A. Rutot (via firsttimeuser)
The Lost Boy and the Gypsy
My dream.
To live.
In the purest sense of the word.
LOVE
Burmese map of the world
(Source: la-convoitise, via clavicola)
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One has no right to love or hate anything if one has not acquired a thorough knowledge of its nature. Great love springs from great knowledge of the beloved object, and if you know it but little you will be able to love it only a little or not at all.
—Leonardo Da Vinci
I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.
—Anaïs Nin
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My new home.
So happy.
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