Ryann Joy

My name is Ryann, pronounced like Ryan just with an extra 'n'. I'm twenty years old and live in Arizona. My blog mostly consists of pictures of the ocean, disney princesses, quotes from books I've read or would like to read, and occasionally gruesome pictures of broken bodies and has an overall theme of love. don't be a stranger!

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This looks wonderfully delicate. Well executed and photographed.

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The Imperfections by Sopi Su

The inspiration came from the Japanese author Sei Shonagon, best known as the author of The Pillow Book. It is a book of observations about her life during the early 11 th century while she was serving in the court of the Empress. It includes her personal thoughts, interesting events and poetry. This project is based on my observations of daily life’s imperfections, and each words or sentences are laser-cut out of card. 

(via twopages)

I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain and the words that dance between people and; for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light remembering being alive together.

—Brian Andreas (via beryl-azure)

(via prettygirll)

She kept asking if the stories were true. I kept asking her if it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for a place to stand & I wanted a place to fly.

—Brian Andreas (via heyitsclaire)

(via prettygirll)

“When I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.” - Neil DeGrasse Tyson [x]

(via loveyourchaos)

It happens to many teenagers—that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.

—John Irving (via blua)

(Source: quote-book)

…once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.

—The Skin Horse from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams (via morvia)

(via loveyourchaos)

I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names.

—Albert Camus (via njetotsjka)

(Source: seabois, via not-badforagirl)