December Nostalgia.
lobosyladrones:

(by siggisjeik)

Postcards From Italy - Beirut
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who, those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

(Source: play-listings, via daysontrees)

Posted 1 day ago
blacksheepboy-:

Obersee (by Daniel_Ernst)
attaches:

/winter/ by Olga Markowska on Flickr.

musicetcetc:

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)

(via likeanoldstory)

Posted 2 days ago
"Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom." —Vladimir Nabokov 

(Source: quotes-for-reference)

mo-chuid-aeir:

Sigh no more. na We Heart It.
attaches:

untitled by Olivia Rae James on Flickr.
ennuih:

thanks for the notes wow
"It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly—it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling." —Aldous Huxley (via wordsthat-speak)

(via elfspirited)

attaches:

untitled by *Nishe on Flickr.