April 24, 2014
lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

April 24, 2014
The Protective Nature Of Glass

officialiwrotethisforyou:

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I sometimes wonder what you’re thinking of me, then I remember that you’re probably wondering what I think of you, which makes me wonder if any of us ever think of ourselves.

Or if we think of nothing else.

April 24, 2014

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April 24, 2014
Until you’re used to my face / And my mystery fades #vscocam

Until you’re used to my face / And my mystery fades #vscocam

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April 24, 2014
"I know my mind’s held prisoner by you,
wherever I am it conjures your dear image:
I know, consumed by the cruellest passion,
there’s no way to forget you on this earth."

— Aleksándr Sumarókov, “In vain I hide my heart’s fierce pain” translated by A. S. Kline (via larmoyante)

(via thejazzloftproject)

April 24, 2014
"I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you."

Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 28 January 1927  (via heureun)

(Source: quote-book, via thejazzloftproject)

April 24, 2014

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April 24, 2014
fragile-diamonds:

15/04/14 Ripping Petals

fragile-diamonds:

15/04/14 Ripping Petals

(via carnivalchild)

April 24, 2014
"The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are."

— (via illuminology)

April 24, 2014
Decadence. is this couture? #weddingbells #vscocam

Decadence. is this couture? #weddingbells #vscocam

April 24, 2014
Crying rn because literally have to thread a running stitch on every piece 😭😭😭 #vscocam #worisme

Crying rn because literally have to thread a running stitch on every piece 😭😭😭 #vscocam #worisme

April 24, 2014
this happened last night #whitagram #crisis @picturesoftext

this happened last night #whitagram #crisis @picturesoftext

April 24, 2014
That happened. A moot made up of fabrics in my room to keep people out #vscocam #woesisme #fashionstudentproblems

That happened. A moot made up of fabrics in my room to keep people out #vscocam #woesisme #fashionstudentproblems

April 22, 2014

April 22, 2014
tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

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