We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.
-(via heartless)
(Source: joshuaglenn, via vanishing-colour)
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
(via bambilini)
