I'm Erika. Wisconsin
We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
 Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via words-and-coffee)
theimpossiblecool:

“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.” 
Jim Morrison.

theimpossiblecool:

“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.” 

Jim Morrison.

Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination.
A Picture of Dorian Grey, Oscar Wilde (via fortinbrasftw)
But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.
Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake (via feellng)

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via johnsteinbeck-)

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I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via cavum)

(via wanderlustchild)

americanapparel:

Andrew Birkin: "This was taken at my mother’s dressing table. I was about 17 years old and about to hitchhike across America. I wanted a photograph to remember Jane by. She looks so different here, she was still wearing the heavy make-up of the Sixties."

americanapparel:

Andrew Birkin: "This was taken at my mother’s dressing table. I was about 17 years old and about to hitchhike across America. I wanted a photograph to remember Jane by. She looks so different here, she was still wearing the heavy make-up of the Sixties."

(Source: properlittlemadam, via wanderlustchild)

We begin to fall in love with another human being when we realize we are capable of creating an entirely new universe with them. In those brief moments you spend together, all time ceases to exist and happiness finally feels within reach. This world offers an escape from our everyday lives. And when we part, we are forced to return to the reality that is impatiently awaiting our arrival.

Perhaps, this is a source of the pain stemming from a broken heart. When the karma of a relationship is done, and two people decide to part ways, that feeling of emptiness is not only caused by the absence of that person but also by the loss of the world you both created.

And all those abandoned universes are simply left behind as symbols of hope and possibility. Dreamed of by two individuals with nothing but love fueling their hearts.


West Berlin, 1965, Youths in a park
by Leonard Freed

West Berlin, 1965, Youths in a park

by Leonard Freed

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No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via hauntedbyyourabsence)
When you are fully present with everyone you meet, you relinquish the conceptual identity you made for them — your interpretation of who they are and what they did in the past — and are able to interact without the egoic movements of desire and fear. Attention, which is alert stillness, is the key.
Eckhart Tolle (via sweet-sweet-william)

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So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via tragikallytroubled)

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To be loved to madness—such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover.
Thomas Hardy, Return of the Native (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: goodreads.com, via introspectivepoet)

20 years old. Studying fashion and journalism. Always craving change, eager to discover myself through it.