fitandwild:

this is cute as fuck. sorry not sorry.

Life would be so much easier if we just told people how we felt. There’s noting wrong with telling someone that you love them, or that it hurts your feelings when they do something, or that you miss them. But we’re all just too scared to let people know how we actually feel.
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I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favorite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of a bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.
The most beautiful submission ever sent to me from - sadgirlslikebadboys (via thejamesboyle)



sympxthise:

☹ I Don’t Even Know What My Blog Is Anymore ☹

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nataliakoptseva:

Salvador Dali



ivoryunknown:

architectureofdoom:

Playground in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, Russia, by Sergey Maximishin

Wow it actually looks kinda terrifying



patientlights:

anxiety is terrible, you could be having an attack and no one would even know because it’s an inward thing. it feels like you’re malfunctioning and you can’t process your own thoughts. you get a knot in your stomach and you can’t take a full breath but outwardly you can literally just sit there and look completely normal as long as no one tries to speak to you.



fucking idiot
me to me  (via jasiubezojca)

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Salvador Dali c. 1954



previouslylovedplaces:

Dallasburg, Ohio by cziffra1 on Flickr.



gynebra:

a ver old and abandoned house in my town