Gnome man’s land (at Saint-Alban-d’Ay)

Gnome man’s land (at Saint-Alban-d’Ay)

exploring (at Saint-Alban-d’Ay)

exploring (at Saint-Alban-d’Ay)

huit heures du matin (at Coutures)

huit heures du matin (at Coutures)

All my friends are cats  (at Brantôme, Dordogne)

All my friends are cats (at Brantôme, Dordogne)

at La Tour Blanche

at La Tour Blanche

😼😼😼

😼😼😼

Wandering wonderings (at Coutures)

Wandering wonderings (at Coutures)

Staying in this unbelievable house from the 12th century for the next ten days (at Coutures)

Staying in this unbelievable house from the 12th century for the next ten days (at Coutures)

The laziest French cat (at Coutures)

The laziest French cat (at Coutures)

Greetings from London. The streets are dank but the ketchup tastes weird. (at London Backpackers)

Greetings from London. The streets are dank but the ketchup tastes weird. (at London Backpackers)

How did I get here? (at South of the Border)

How did I get here? (at South of the Border)

Soulmate vibes👯 @heathaarudow  (at The Refinery)

Soulmate vibes👯 @heathaarudow (at The Refinery)

(Source: posthawk)

Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.

Louis Aragon, Treatise on Style  (via mirroir)

(Source: observando)

I was not, I was, I am not, I have no more desires

A common inscription on Roman tombstones during the decline of the empire (via touchlines)

(Source: brivid)