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East River Drive, New York, 1960, a photo by Norman Parkinson

The couple in the photo are not professional models but Parkinson’s neighbors in New York. He thought they embodied a spirit of New York he wanted to capture in a photo.

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by Hailey Pierce

toopunkforthisx

Because I miss you when you’re gone. I ache when I can’t see you. My mind follows to where you are while I stand still and everyone moves faster. You are invading too much of my space when you are not even touching me.Help me calm this by actually being here. Oh, god. I feel like I’m drowning and people are throwing stones when they say we’re not good enough. I believe it, yes, I know it, but of course that’s not what I want to hear. So much bruises in my head, so little air in my lungs. I’m drowning and people are throwing stones.

Things I wrote at the bottom of my notebook || 01.25.16 (via cisco--ramon)

pessimisticandrealistic

to whoever loves me next: please, be kind to this broken heart, be soft and tender. be patient with me, discover me slowly but love me passionately. be rough when i need it and be gentle when i crave it. don’t be scared if you still taste another man on my lips and on my skin, just kiss me until you’ve left your signature on every part of my body. burn yourself into my mind and soul. let me be yours completely and let yourself be mine. and i promise, i will never stop loving you.

e.s. // a letter to the man who comes after the one who broke me. (via pessimisticandrealistic)

tamaresc-deactivated20170902

I hate humanity and love people all at once. I get lonely but I prefer spending time alone. I want to be invited to events, but I’ll never go. I want friends but likely will never open up enough to have many. I want people to understand me, but I won’t let them get close enough to figure me out. Does this make sense to you?

INFJs Everywhere (via tamaresc)