Peony Dreams

One quirky girl with a crazy mind. I love weird people. Sometimes I call them my friends. Or silly fuckers. Because I'm straightforward like that.

lauramakabresku:

about a girl whose hands were trembling so much that she could not hold his heart. one day it slipped out and broke. now she is trying to cure it with her warmth, as she did that memorable winter with the fox.(photo dedicated to my Husband, 2014)

lauramakabresku:

about a girl whose hands were trembling so much that she could not hold his heart. one day it slipped out and broke. now she is trying to cure it with her warmth, as she did that memorable winter with the fox.

(photo dedicated to my Husband, 2014)

My dear,

I don’t know what to do today, help me decide.

Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me afterall.

Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage.

Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but?

Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?

Falsely yours,

Albert Camus (via sonjabarbaric)

“I get it now; I didn’t get it then. That life is about losing and about doing it as gracefully as possible…and enjoying everything in between.”

– Mia Farrow (via observando)