NÁN

A girl, an ocean.

[hara-kiri]

Maison Kitsuné X Moonassi

[90sclubkid]

Naomi Campbell, 1990

[goodreadss]

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via goodreadss)

[minusmanhattan]

[ngocai]

wanderlust, wanna get out of here. I feel suffocated in this place. I wanna close this chapter, release the pain. Make sensible decisions. How to move on when your heart is ripped apart and no one even knows.

[fullheartedly]

[ngocai]

I feel the urge to see the world.

[untamedunwanted]

You watch her walk away and it hits you that she is an entire ocean and you were wrong, so very wrong, because you let her go thinking she was just a girl.

A Girl, An Ocean | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)

[acervoterreno]

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

Nikita Gill (via acervoterreno)

[thelovejournals]

Fall in love with someone who tastes like adventure but looks like the calm, beautiful morning after a terrible storm.

Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)

[thcrstlshp]

[perrfectly]

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies

Eric Shaw (via perrfectly)

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(via my0wnuniverse)

[strangersigh]

[ngocai]

Before you came round my heart would never beat much faster

[ngocai]

I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism

Eat pray Love

[lordbyron44]

[little-grass]

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via little-grass)

[azja-the-fabulous]

[solmaresca-fotografia]

[inspire-r]