cosmic-storm:

~ Hermann Hesse, “Narcissus and Goldmund”
sleepypsychedelia:

Protection

What sorrow is there,If they have snatched my ink and pen?I have dipped my fingers, in my heart’s own blood.So what if they bind my tongue?I have given voice to every ring in these chains.
metamorphosert:

Cometa

Tehran, Iran
lostinfiber:

reedinglist / h (Taken with Instagram)
spiritual-shanti:

Tree skin