stopdropandvogue:

A pastel betta fish x Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2010

stopdropandvogue:

A pastel betta fish x Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2010

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.
written by Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via queer-lust)

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Фантазиите на упоения мозък не знаят граници.
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braydaaan:

do you ever just realise you’re almost an adult and you have no money 

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baimbie:

definition of perfection

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do you ever go through those phases where you just don’t feel like talking to anyone for a few days and it’s not because you’re mad or anything you just don’t feel like talking???

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knitting-books:

il-tenore-regina:

isaia:

samati:

skeletales:

This is unexpectedly not about make-up haha

reblogged before it was even finished.

SUPREME 

God bless this video. 

Best video I’ve seen in a while!

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trandafiri:

gimme 

trandafiri:

gimme 

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20aliens:

Andy Goldsworthy

20aliens:

Andy Goldsworthy

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Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.
written by (via budddha)

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thauwn:

`OMG THIS

thauwn:

`OMG THIS

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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
written by Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell (via ohfairies)

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affectin:

i am not the same person at 8am and 8pm

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