Claudine in Paris

My name is not Claudine (but I'd like it to be) and I'm not from Paris (but I'd like to be). So all that you know about me so far is that I'm probably a pathological liar. I think that's enough.

[rae1ynn]

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

[iheartsexandthecity]

“I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the whole idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act: a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt.”

— Carrie Bradshaw

[iheartsexandthecity]

“I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the whole idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act: a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt.”

— Carrie Bradshaw

[iheartsexandthecity]

I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the whole idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act: a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt.

Carrie Bradshaw (via iheartsexandthecity)

[eycer]

[a-joyfuljourney]

[caffedinotte-deactivated2018020]

Casablanca (1942)

[vanish]

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Michael Faudet      (via discolor3d)

[discolor3d]

[trash-l3y-blog]

Somehow she didn’t want to confess to him that she was still wary of all those people who’d seem to want to care about her. He touched her cheek gently, caressing her. Her heart was beating so loudly that surely he could hear it. He smoothed her hair back, the touch of his fingers sending waves of awareness through her. He was going to kiss her. That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? So why did she feel as if she trembled on the edge of a precipice, ready to topple over in an instant? Then his lips found hers and she stopped thinking at all, only feeling, feeling the tenderness of his kiss, the strength of his arms around her, the steady beat of his heart under her hand as she turned into his arms. There is a precipice and she was falling. Head over heels. Falling in love with him.

Restless hearts, Marta Perry

[claudineinparis]

If only there was someone willing to love me at 4:30 in the morning when it seems to me that my whole life is falling apart and that nothing ever in it made sense because it all lead to this empty and scary moment.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Don’t believe every worried thought you have. Worried thoughts are notoriously inaccurate.

Renee Jain (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[asoftwrongness]

[bibliotheca-sanctus]

Rijksmuseum Library in Amsterdam, The Netherlands

[allthingseurope]

Venice, Italy (by Gordon Baldwin)

[virtualgoths]

I wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on