Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
by W. S. Merwin (via floriental)

(via dollymilk)



love me
I am hands

and face

and feet

and things inside of me 
that I can’t see.
by Laura Riding, “Forgotten Girlhood” (via larmoyante)


“I crave you in the most innocent form.
I crave to say goodnight and give you forehead kisses and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst.
I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you,
and nothing less or more.”

(via ostentatiousnarcissism)


White Victorian Rabbit
by Gianpiero Cavaliere
Instagram: @struggle4pleasure

“It went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach to bees stinging in my heart.”

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

by Danielle Laporte (via avvfvl)

(Source: chelsieautumn, via melting-candles)


Marie Bishara Fall 2010 Details

Blooming flowers are seen near the glacial ice toe on July 14, 2013 in Kangerlussuaq, Greenland. (source)
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
by Elay Neal Moses (via larmoyante)