Happy Birthday J. I think about you every day. Always missing you.

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Happy Birthday J. I think about you every day. Always missing you.
i need to re-evaluate my priorities - how am i this deep in it - im crying from actual emotional anguish about something that doesn’t even matter to my life
Elle Fanning’s Gucci Dress at the premiere of “Maleficent, Mistress of Evil”
“An air of the unformed, waiting to be formed, an air of eluding, waiting to be crystallized, an air of evasion, waiting to be catalyzed.” - Anaïs Nin, Winter of Artifice
“And I was helpless, tormented, and intoxicated / By the sweetness of your cruelty.”
— Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; Uncollected Poems and Fragments (via luthienne)
“We’ll never be those kids again.”
— Frank Ocean; Ivy
Jusepe de Ribera - The Sense of Touch.
The Lost Pleiade, ca. 1874/75, Randolph Rogers
Art Institute of Chicago
On the drive home last night, we were listening to SHINee and when husband turned left, the smoke had cleared enough (I live near the forest fires) so that I could see the moon there in front of me while he was singing…and then I looked down at my lap and my SHINee lightstick had also randomly turned on while in my purse…it was a sign…he heard me.
He’s a little orange because of the smoke…but I waved my lightstick at him to tell him I heard him loud and clear and I miss him.
Kareva Margarita Photographer via Facebook
Wood nymphs in the moonlight (Detail) - Julius Schmid
by 晨旭 韩
“A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there.” - Anaïs Nin