ataraxia . delirium
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

+ Anais Nin (via psych-facts)


From left to right: Egyptian collar, Story, Imperia,  Orientalism II, and Venetian Fountain by harleyquinromantique

(via art-and-sterf)