Vintage Perfume Bottles, Dusty Books, Stained Glass Windows, Velvet Sofas, Dried Roses, Lipstick Smudged

vintage perfume bottles, dusty books, stained glass windows, velvet sofas, dried roses, lipstick smudged coffee cups, shiny shoes, whispered wishes.

Funny how none of us are actually independent. We aren't just a person. We are made of various people we meet and see and like and and make the little things about them our own. The way you write to the way you cook to the way you stand was all someone else's and they got it from someone else. Funny how we are just remains of the people that we met and meet. In fact, We are just walking memories.

It's always: "wanna hang out" but never "hey let's create a secret society and read literature and poetry"

You're a little sapling in a forest but you grow amongst the tall trees. You'll be one of them one day. Just because someone else is on a whole different level, doesn't even they weren't sapling once too.

Astronomy for amateurs by Camille Flammarion.

Temple of Jupiter, Baalbek, Syria, circa 1870.