"Omg I love flats in the summertime. Or a cute pair of wedges, oooh they make ur legs look so good. Ooh or a cute pair of heels!"

"…I like boots."

22nd April, Tuesday (4:36pm) Reblog +
Notable skill:

Effortlessly blowing my paycheck in one weekend. 😒

10th March, Monday (11:18am) Reblog +
Darling, sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone.

From The Ocean To The Moon; Clementine Von Radics (via retineo)

24th February, Monday (1:51am) Reblog +

To the old hag that maced my dog this morning:
I’m rather confused as to why you found a reason to pepper spray my 10 pound dog when you had a giant 90 pound beast next to you the entire time. Sure he was barking at you, but never once did he actually move to attack.
Secondly, thanks for continuing to spray even AFTER I picked him up, I now have a rash all over my face and neck.
Oh and my dog might go fucking BLIND.
I hope to whatever higher power that you don’t find the guts to walk down my street again, because I’ll be far from fucking cordial next time.

23rd February, Sunday (2:41pm) Reblog +
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing you.

— Anonymous (via irnperfections)

15th February, Saturday (12:55pm) Reblog +
I like talking to you. And I don’t like talking to anybody.

— Unknown (via perfect)

1st February, Saturday (8:19pm) Reblog +
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

— Lord Byron, from Letters and Jourals (via proustitute)

1st February, Saturday (2:46pm) Reblog +
Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

— Alice Walker (Living By The Word)

24th January, Friday (6:28pm) Reblog +

slavetosound:

handsome boy modeling school, ‘the truth (feat. j-live and róisín murphy)’

1813 listens

22nd January, Wednesday (12:42pm) Reblog +

My heart misses you as if I no longer had any skin on my body.

Ingmar Bergman to Liv Ullmann  (via fuckingcamilla)

20th January, Monday (2:46pm) Reblog +