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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@beautiful--silences
كلما زاد الشعور، قلّ الكلام The more you feel, the less you say
(via saudilicious)
Quando uno è arrabbiato dice cose che spesso non pensa. È una reazione spontanea, è nell’indole di ogni uomo. Quando uno è arrabbiato cerca le frasi che possono il più possibile ferire la persona a cui sono dirette. Ma in realtà, a conti fatti, a litigio terminato, sta più male la persona che ha ricevuto quelle frecce avvelenate o colui che le ha scagliate?
L. A. Seneca (via toanywhere)
In questi giorni sono tutto tranne che di buon umore.
Noyz (via soffroeppuremivienedaridere)
A true relationship is two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other.
(via bbroklyn)
Perché lei è bella, e sarebbe bella anche se fosse brutta. Perché lei è mia, e sarebbe mia anche se fosse di qualcun altro. Perché io e lei, anche lontani, siamo sempre noi.
(via corpicollisi)
there is a difference between kissing someone because they are attractive and kissing someone because words can no longer accurately express your feelings for the person
E tu ci sei
sketchbook
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Stamattina mi son svegliato e la prima cosa che ho pensato – anzi la seconda la prima è stata “ora devo proprio aprire gli occhi” – la seconda è stata pensa un mondo come questo identico a questo sputato con tutte le sue brutture e le sue bellezze il suo regno animale vegetale e minerale con tutto il suo cielo il suo sole le sue nuvole le sue città i suoi bambini il suo vento l’inchiostro i gatti le lacrime i libri le risate con tutte le sue guerre la stupidità gli dei i prati i mari di ignoranza le montagne di tristezza i laghi di paura i deserti di pazzia i grattacieli di solitudine gli ammezzati di stupidità pensa a un mondo come questo identico sputato dove però io non ti amavo magari manco ti sapevo ecco stamattina dopo che mi son svegliato dopo che ho aperto gli occhi ho pensato “ma meno male che ti amo” e ti confesso che l’ho detto pure ad alta voce l’ho sussurrato nella solitudine della mia stanza poi lo so a qualcuno potrebbe sembrare cosa di poco conto beh non lo è.
Ma menomale che ti amo,poesia di Guido Catalano. (via looklikeanangell)
Era bello. che fosse lei a stringermi. A lasciar perdere le parole.
Charles Bukowski (via tienimiperilcuore)
Van Gogh and Monet~2015 and 2016 fad
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
Ho realizzato che non importa dove tu sia o che cosa stia facendo o con chi tu sia, perché per sempre, sinceramente, profondamente, completamente, io ti amerò. – Love, Rosie. (2014)
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