I could save you, but I'd rather resurrect you

The mess of your mind The tangles of your thoughts They enrapture me and I am lost

[vincecartersisgone-deactivated2]

collections that are raw as fuck ➝ yiqing yin f/w 2013-14

[wvnderlst]

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.

Joquesse Eugenia  (via crimesolving)

[rustybreak]

Urs Fischer I remember sharing this with you a hundred times before. I can’t get enough. I’ve tried to explain the process by which the candle (yes, candle) melted throughout the duration of the 2011 Venice Biennale. Here’s that explained… 

[stephane-bdc]

Palais des Beaux-arts de Lille.

Photo : Stéphane BDC

[euo]

David Oliveira is Portuguese fine artist from Lisbon that has a power to bow and bend wired sculptures where it produces an illusion of a sketch-like look out of thin air. 

[daenerystargaryen]

[omelinoe]

"I’m still climbing trees. Genuinely the last time I climbed a tree was a few weeks ago. It was a Yew tree. I’m a country bumpkin at heart."

[lunakundalini]

[psych-facts]

Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.

C. S. Lewis (via breakandheal)

[imoffsuckers-deactivated2014091]

cristina coral

[tinyalex]

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“I smelt your scent on a seatbelt,” he sings on Cornerstone, which may just be the best thing Arctic Monkeys have ever recorded. The lyrics are a dazzling display of what Turner can do: a fabulously witty, poignant evocation of lost love, packed with weirdly suggestive details. The music is a long, wistful acoustic sigh, the melody so effortlessly lovely that you can’t believe no one’s come up with it before.

— Alexis Petridis

[scottlickstein]

[hautekills]

Fabrics from Christian Dior haute couture s/s 2014

[peashooter85]

[omelinoe]

Rare and unusual “Femme Fatale” ring pistol, originates from France, third quarter of the 19th century.

[cleamour]

Tendo Choi looked at Herc Hansen, who knelt beside his dog, head down, mechanically scratching Max’s ears. All of us are mourning, Tendo thought. But only Herc is mourning the loss of a child.

[agnes-cecile]

[renlybaratheon]

Lviv, Ukraine (by Andriy Prokopenko)

[iremade-grahamcoxman-blog]

George told me once that I smelt like home. I got all paranoid, you know, thinking I smelt of fish and chip shops or dirty bars or something. But he said no, I just always smelt of home.

Paul McCartney