tout disparu

[chessys]

no homo but that moment u step into a patch of sunlight and ur body had forgotten what it was like to feel warm.. im in love

[gypsysportny]

#GypsySport Spring 2019 Collection 🌍 Vesolo

[unsends-deactivated20170829]

i’ve lost my youth and young adult life to mental illness and those are years i’ll never fucking get back and it’s not poetic it’s fucking devastating

[immafuster]

Pablo Tomek

[laratits]

[enchantingimagery]

Xiao Wen Ju photographed by Tim Walker for W Magazine, March 2012

[angelwarm]

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

[insteadofdisappearing]

birthright || s.o.

[almorosa-deactivated20170822]

Ulay, on Marina Ambramovic: “At the time we met there was immediately a fascination. Type-wise, character-wise, personality-wise, the work we had been doing singularly, she and me. You know, there was a recognition like you have found a lost brother or a lost sister, or something like this. Plus, that we were born on the same day, November the 30th, both Sagittarius. Obvious. You know, destiny brought us together. We were lovers, we were friends, we were performers, all at once. And our love was always on top of it. 

[criwes]

[emotionskotze-blog]

“Sometimes humans just die. And you cannot save them. Sometimes humans do not die, and you cannot save them.”

— Natalie Young, from “Notes on Earth Life,” published in Superstition Review  (via peonyandbee)

[melisica]

[brandsilva]

[emotionskotze-blog]

“So this poem is a telegram to let you know that / I still think about you, that I’m still proud of you, / that when I remember you, I always remember you / as beautiful.”

— Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Heavenly Creature” in Oh, Terrible Youth (via pacificaly)

[theleoisallinthemind]

Lily Cole by Tim Walker _ Vogue Japan

[patrickchurchartist]

[nitrogen]

[emotionskotze-blog]

“There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.”

— Oliver Sacks (via fyp-psychology)