Azalia Thieves
Mmmmmm. Trying to make my way through life in a  country where oats do not seem to have been discovered. How I miss this!

Mmmmmm. Trying to make my way through life in a country where oats do not seem to have been discovered. How I miss this!

The only exercise that Tess took at this time was after dark; and it was then, when out in the woods, that she seemed less solitary. She knew how to hit to a hair’s-breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty.

Thomas Hardy’s Tess of the d’Urbervilles.

I have finally found the much desired hub of a cute cafe amidst the crowded, stuffy, concrete jungle of Korea. 

I have finally found the much desired hub of a cute cafe amidst the crowded, stuffy, concrete jungle of Korea. 

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a loneliness. It is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness.

Robert Frost (via conor-broberst)