hello vonnie
Mike Driver
Three Goblin Art
Claire Keane
YOU ARE THE REASON
Sade Olutola
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

pixel skylines
d e v o n
Not today Justin
Cosmic Funnies

#extradirty
DEAR READER
One Nice Bug Per Day
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

@theartofmadeline

roma★
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@burningglikeafire
Versace, 1998.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
Oscar Wilde (via amortizing)
Você perderá o rumo muitas vezes. O que importa é que consiga voltar.
Supergirl. (via sincronizar-se)
Oh, you wanna beat me, how?
badiegod
Q. “Are you moved to tears very easily?” “Yes, very, very easily. As a very dull example… the film Jane Eyre I sat through by accident a couple of years ago and was shocked that the floodgates opened. I’m extremely sensitive to art and I’m not ashamed to say that Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights or The Well Of Loneliness stir within me very powerful passions, but that doesn’t mean that I’m an ineffectual six-stone weakling and the suggestion irks me constantly.”
Morrissey (via thursdaysragssundaysclown)
Mas se você, é uma das pessoas raras que ainda tem um coração, não demonstre. Pessoas ruins se aproveitam disso.
Michele Valentim. (via manuscrite)
Boobies.
Feminism has become an unpopular word, women are choosing not to identify as feminists. Apparently I am among the ranks of women whose expressions are seen as too strong, too aggressive, isolating, anti-men. Unattractive even.
No nosso último dia juntos, quando você fechou a porta do carro e saiu andando sem olhar para traz, no radio começou a tocar a nossa musica e puta merda, aquilo foi o ápice da nostalgia. Não pude evitar, meus olhos se encheram de lágrimas e me deu vontade de sair correndo, gritando seu nome, pedindo para ficar comigo e não desistir da gente agora. Mas meu orgulho esperou você entrar em casa para dar meia volta e ir embora.
Das cartas que você nunca vai ler. (Fabio S.)