I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.
Anne Carson, from Tag (via ameliepoulaine)
very specific and intense obsessions as a demarcation of time; the season of this album, the time of that book, the age of that fixation
Jesus saves, Charles Krafft
I’m surprised the universe still offers me options, when it knows my inexhaustible choice is you. You sit, as still as snow, in the back of my mind through every decision I have to make. And all of the infinite versions of what could be is only as important as the chance of you being there with me. I look back to a world who is waiting for me to decide between a reality with you and a reality without. My god. How I laughed.
Seventy Years of Sleep. nikka ursula (n.t)
I really wanna believe good things are about to happen
i actually
do not support nice sketchbooks
I think they take too much time and effort and pull out the perfectionism and insecurity in every artist and you would improve much faster sketching through a big stack of copy paper on a clipboard
and yet…
forget about it forget about me
disappearing act
(by Lulu Lowering)
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
Euripides, Herakles (via alunaes)
dior fall 10
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees