(via northerntendencies)

(via djmurdokphotos)

(via tokyopandaclub)

(via sevendazeaweek)

(via sevendazeaweek)

(via ikilledalaska)

(via daisyfleurr)

I felt a frightened pity for them. Their whole existences were made up of empty ambitions, burning jealousies, abstract victories and defeats. And yet, there were so many things on earth to love and hate solidly! Suddenly, I thought, "Indifference doesn’t exist." Even here, where it was hardly worth the trouble, I plunged immediately into indignation or disgust, stated firmly that the world was filled with things to love and to hate, and knew clearly that nothing could drive that conviction from me.

(via sawyerkane)