And when I wake early I say to myself: Fight, fight. If I could catch the feeling, I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world; the sense that comes to me of being bound on a perpetual adventure — of being strangely free to do anything
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via wanduring)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)


The Shire  by Kilian Schönberger

Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more

It has been a beautiful


Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense (via whyallcaps)

One had better die fighting against injustice than to die like a dog or a rat in a trap.
Ida B. Wells (via kushandwizdom)