Like Lemonade.

Sente raiva por ser secretamente boba, romântica e demodê.

[inthemorningfeels]

Here U Are is remarkably full of real feelings and it is ruining me on so many levels

©Djun

[ninaemsaopaulo]

[absurdistgirlie]

“I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.” Submarine (2011) dir. Richard Ayoade

[ninaemsaopaulo]

A única coisa que tenho a dizer sobre o “tema de hoje” (Brad Pitt e Angelina Jolie) é essa.

[kareshare]

[atumblweedlostinthewind]

[ewrewrewrew-deactivated20190930]

I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It’s become as natural and right to be alone and silent that I don’t know how I can shift over to company.

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Leonard Bernstein featured in Selected Letters (via quiescent-soul)

[ninaemsaopaulo]

Idem.

[ohlovequotes]

When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via psych-facts)

[thelovejournals]

You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thelovejournals)

[aformofhealing-deactivated20160]

[lady-arryn]

black sails: max + costumes (requested by anonymous)

[twihly]

[dirtbaghayes]

I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my. Then sex.

Unknown (via overdosedeamor)

[wordsnquotes]

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Barbara Kingsolver (via doucheywolf)

[celestialsweet-deactivated20130]

It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.

(via bermira)