nothing special.

I enjoy bright mornings, cinema trips, overpriced cocktails, late night conversations, Blood Orange, red lipstick, bakewell tart, holiday evenings, aimless expeditions, candlelit dinners and an unhealthy amount of tea. 

[mirrorsinner]

[ijaazat]

in a train right now, i can see the city lights and i feel so so overwhelmed

[hoelooks]

[everythingstarstuff]

Summer Wagner

[icedespressoo]

[rebloggingliteraturememes]

[melecwi]

“It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.”

— Sofia Coppola (explaining what Lost In Translation is about)

[polkadotmotmot]

Alekos Hofstetter - Der obskure Charme des großen Plans, 2017

[ghostqueenofthesun]

But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.

Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 75: Through the Narrow Place (via andrewmicah)

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

transit by rachel cusk

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

[metamorphesque]

― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji

[ text ID: I'm not what anyone thinks I am. I never was. I didn't have the mouth to put it into words, to say what was wrong, to change the things I felt I needed to change. And every day it was difficult, walking around and knowing that people saw me one way, knowing that they were wrong, so completely wrong, that the real me was invisible to them. It didn't even exist to them. So: If nobody sees you, are you still there? ]

[metamorphesque]

— Susan Sontag, Death Kit

[text ID: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.]

[tordenvejr]

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

[mattdreamsneon]

Old Tokyo relics

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[100493503004422]

growing up I was always afraid of being Found Out. not sure what I was hiding. just my whole self I guess

[androphilia]

Northwest Arkansas Ice Storm by Greg Disch, 2009