Luz Pavon & Noma Han by An Le for Vogue Ukraine
we're not kids anymore.

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occasionally subtle
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Andulka

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
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Kaledo Art

roma★
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Luz Pavon & Noma Han by An Le for Vogue Ukraine
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I think the thing about missing someone is that it’s not constant. You can go without thinking about them for days, weeks, months, years. Then all it takes is a familiar smell, or picking up one of their shirts from a clean basket of laundry, or reading just the right sentence in a book you only recently started. Missing someone can hit you so suddenly that you’re left reeling and disoriented, as if you’ve been abandoned, except when you look around, you’re in a place you’ve been many times before. It can hurt, right in the center of your stomach like you’ve swallowed your weight in regret. Or it can be as small as a buzz right by your ear that you take only a second to acknowledge before you swat it away. What I know is that missing someone is humbling; it causes you to admit that you are not a solitary force in this world. When I say, “I miss you,” I’m saying that I’ve discovered a moment in my life where your absence was evident. I’m admitting that I can’t do certain things without thinking about you, and who you are, and the memories we have. And while I’m made to believe I should apologize for that…I won’t. I miss you. It’s that simple.
“miss -vb 6.(tr) to discover or regret the loss or absence of.” // dionne sims (via dionnesims)
Forgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing.
Brian L. Weiss (via uglypnis)
Why fear the nothing in store for us when it is no different from the nothingness which preceded us: this argument of the Ancients against the fear of death is unacceptable as consolation. Before, we had the luck not to exist; now we exist, and it is this particle of existence, hence of misfortune, which dreads death. Particle is not the word, since each of us prefers himself to the universe, at any rate considers himself equal to it.
Emil Cioran (via sisyphean-revolt)
reasons to live (october)
studio ghibli movies
strawberry ice cream
watching sunsets on a hill
being warm in bed
carrot cake
laughing with friends
Ruby Dagnall and Baz Luhrmann working together is a dream
Our moment is too brief. Our bodies are too precious. And you are here now, and you must live — and there is so much out there to live for, not just in someone else’s country, but in your own home … The warmth of our particular world is beautiful, no matter how brief and breakable.
Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World & Me (via oiseauperdu)
I don’t know if love’s a feeling. Sometimes I think it’s a matter of seeing. Seeing you.
Emily L., Marguerite Duras (via dearestalec)
10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20
At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.
At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.
At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.
At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.
At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.
At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.
At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.
At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.
At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.
You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.
written by bleakfantasies, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself
(via wnq-writers)
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
لا تبحث عن باعث لتبغض الناس ، و لا تتبعن عيوب الناس و أصلح نفسك، و أعلمُ إنك تفخر بهذا الاحترام ولكنك لست سوى طينٍ و ماء Stop looking for reasons to hate people. Stop focusing on others and fix your own character. I know it makes you proud to have some honor, but you are only mud and water.
Imam Ali كرم الله وجهه (via cloak-of-love)
I’m constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go and get it.”
“if it’s meant to be, it will be” - friendships, relationships, people in general coming into your life, dealing with rejection
“if you want it, go get it” - your goals, aspirations, work and work ethic, changing your life (diet, exercise, hobbies, political views, opinions)
Often I feel I wasn’t born to be a tangible, living being. To have relationships and a profession and a place in the real world. I think I was only made to feel, to sleep; to be unconscious and dreaming. Yes, that is my purpose. To dream.
Journal entry 21 September 2017 (via 1800sdreamgirl)
W. Eugene Smith, Lee Raney, 1957