hi

[bluewillowmoon]

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds–but I think of you always in those intervals.”

— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (McSweeney’s, 2005)

[love]

via weheartit

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[mamiaztec]

nobody belongs to you, the final act of love is to let go

[whereifindsanity]

Theron Humphrey

[topcat77]

James Croak

[s-usans-blog]

Four-leaf clover

[wetheurban]

You deserve a life that doesn’t revolve around holding everything together. Ease, not just survival.

[unchildhood]

ANAÏS NIN

from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

original photos and edit

[imjustnataliee]

[neckkiss]

Unknown

[kosmogrl]

that impulsive long walk with no clear destination will save you

[ps1]

Asagaya

[vintage-tigre]

[wordx]

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[g698]