infinitesimal

I will probably destroy anything and everything that means anything. You've been warned.

[inkedinthoughts-blog]

I have days where I’ve never felt so alive, and I have days where I think about if how I crossed the street just a little too soon, that it wouldn’t hurt so much anymore and somehow I’ve always got one foot out the door, and my whole life is working up the courage to step outside. 

[castnofuckinganchors]

[westeastsouthnorth]

Amsterdam, The Netherlands

[fleurishes]

Holding grudges against every candle. Crying about laundry day. Ripping my tights on subway platforms;  New York getting greedy for my blood. Not getting my shit together. Blowing all my paychecks on chai tea lattes, contour palettes from Sephora. Convincing myself I need another cigarette.  Promising my parents that I’ll see them more, soon, tomorrow, this week. Never doing a single dirty dish. Washing my hair every four days.  Never replying to my emails, I know, I’m The Worst.  Always in bed, messy bun, drawstring pants to help the bloat. God, I want to talk the most shit right now but I would have to change all the names, start a new blog, go incognito. And they would still find me. I’m drunk on bread, high off of the aluminum in my own deodorant. Everything is a swipe left. My sadness is always missing the next stop, or getting off too soon, or not getting off at all. Nostalgia is never as good  as the real thing but I’ll bottle that shit up and sell it to the highest bidder.

Kristina Haynes, “What I’m Currently Doing Here” After Nicole Steinberg (via fleurishes)

[lonequixote]

Daubigny’s Garden (detail) by Vincent van Gogh

(via @lonequixote)

[nycbambi]

[iamwerepandahearmeroar]

Is this NJ Transit????

[l-amouur]

[sommerlanding]

[hoeonfilm]

Short Term 12 (2013)

[convexly]

[breadandolives]

Food Stories

[inkedinthoughts-blog]

and they found her on the bathroom floor an empty bottle of sleeping pills on her right, an empty bottle of anti-depressants on her left, and a note that read "i was tired of feeling sad".

“toxic cocktail” - zir

[convexly]

barcelona by i am not Ana on Flickr.

[bensears]

[pastelpepsi]

[tuesdayalissia]

[latenightpersonality]

If an artwork could ever give you a chill, it’s a sculpture by Laurent Pernot. His piece titled Self Portrait Face to a Winter Canvas features a life-sized replica of the Paris-based artist as he stands in front of a framed snowy scene. While that might sound innocuous, the artwork has a strange and surreal twist—the wintery mix is not just contained in the picture. Faux snow coats the figure and wood frame, as icicles dangle from the tip of his nose and hat.