supahstarlet: Blur - Girls and Boys
from another's view
emeraldscales: A typical autumn morning –you dread the coming of winter, leaving the house to battle against the chill wind. You stop by a coffee shop in the mall (why have they left the door wide open? It’s cold! I want to drink my coffee in the warmth!) And again wrap yourself up in clothing and head off to work or school. A lonely brown leaf watches you hurry past before it is caught up in a...
I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.– Oscar Wilde (via emeraldscales)
Toska (Russian) “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At...– Vladimir Nabokov (via fustanella)
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.– Salvador Dali (via vintague)
The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.– Mark Twain (via decembrist)
womenreadaboutthemselvesincolor: I have built this fire for your mouth. Taken my time with the landmines. You will remember me because of my dedication, my impression. My navel is a burial of your pain. Eat it. Do not be afraid to hurt me. Do not be afraid to sink your teeth into me. I am the sea. It will feel like soft to me. It will feel like endless to me. It will feel like caverns to me. Your...
People interpret me the way they want. Some girls want me to be their prince,...– Andrej Pejic (via decadentaristocracy)
elvenkinghn: Protège-Moi - Placebo C’est le...
You exist in time, but you belong to eternity. You are a penetration of eternity...– Osho (via tessa-jane)
justwatchthesunrise: Fun.- Some Nights
from Robert Hass, "Berkeley Eclogue"
poetryeater: Sunlight on the streets in the afternoon and shadows on the faces in the open-air-cafes. What for? Wrong question. You knock without knowing that you knocked. The door opens on a century of clouds and centuries of centuries of clouds. The bird sings among the toyons in the spring’s diligence of rain. And then what? Hand on your heart. Would you die for spring? What would you die...
i want a foot tattoo because it will draw attention away from my ugly toes
therandomtracks: Silversun Pickups - Well Though...
hildur: You were a flower that only bloomed once and I was a careless gardener with shears too sharp.
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...– Charles Bukowski (via jessthegirlonfire)
i got it
my pick just fell into my guitar
wow i actually want to spend time with people but it’s almost summer and i am going to the middle of the mountains for a month
daisyfairy: what if at that moment on the cornucopia when cato’s got hold of peeta, he has a blinding moment of clarity and remembers all of his repressed childhood memories and realizes that the girl on fire could wither and burn for all he cares the hunger gays