Deuces.

Daimpaul. Filipino.

[sensorys]

[sevensilverstrings]

“And I’m still wildly convinced the rest of my life looks like you.”

—

[nourrice]

tbh I am ugly but I’m also gorgeous it’s very complex

[vampirejuice-deactivated2019112]

If your apology involves degrading yourself, calling yourself shit or insulting yourself, its not an apology, try again.

[grookeyleaf]

Can someone translate this?

[vampirejuice-deactivated2019112]

Don’t try to guilt people by saying “I’m sorry I fucking suck.” “I’m sorry I’m just the worst and I should die” Because thats not an apology, thats trying to guilt the other person into dropping the subject.

[sunsetquotes]

“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”

— Drake; Thank Me Now

[riverlarking]

how to get out of a bad date by schmidt

[curlsandstems]

Hearing “I’m so proud of you” when you feel like you aren’t doing enough really does lift a lot of weight off of you.

[the-secret-law]

The most powerful thing you can do right now is to be patient while things are unfolding for you.

[setheverman]

lady gaga was right. stop telephoning me.

[latenights]

hipster

[alonesomes]

“I know I am going to love you too much – far too much.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J.M. Murry featured in “The Collected Letters of Katherine Mansfield,” (via podencos)

[serious]

[alonesomes]

“Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes. When the clocks are turned back and the dark falls before I’m ready, this, for reasons I can’t explain, I feel in my wrists. And when I wake up and my fingers are stiff, almost certainly I was dreaming of my childhood. Yesterday I saw a man kicking a dog and I felt it behind my eyes. I don’t know what to call this, a place before tears. The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine. All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist: my knees. To everything a season, to every time I’ve woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.”

— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)

[alonesomes]

“I tell too many stories at once. This, too, is a violence. But I want to tell you everything, I want you to love me for it, and I want you to forgive me after I say everything you asked me not to say.”

— James Allen Hall, from I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well (via lifeinpoetry)

[alonesomes]

“I do not think I have it in me anymore to struggle and fight and suffer; I want to be quiet and happy.”

— Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters (via wordsnquotes)

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

“All my love—and all its ashes.”

— Heinrich Heine, from Book of Songs; “Where is Now your Precious Darling,” (via aryasnow)

[vogue]

In his native Italy, garden designer Luciano Giubbilei has created a verdant oasis that grows under the Tuscan sun.

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