Night out
Paris portrait
(Source: atmosphre)
Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined?
—Italo Calvino (via pavorst)
growyourbeauty:lucky (by i enrapture)
And what does it mean — dying? Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and only the five we know are lost at death, while the other ninety-five remain alive.
—Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard (via pavorst)
(via bookspaperscissors)
