I like sci-fi and dystopian books, sappy love songs, ballet, pastel-colored things, cats and daydreaming.
poppyclub:

benzodiazefiend:

wihspy:

i asked my ex this one time if i could play connect the dots on the freckles on his chest and he said sure. so i grabbed a pen and connected the words i love you. i don’t think i’ll ever be in that kind of love again 

damn the last sentence on this picture always gets to me

♢

poppyclub:

benzodiazefiend:

wihspy:

i asked my ex this one time if i could play connect the dots on the freckles on his chest and he said sure. so i grabbed a pen and connected the words i love you. i don’t think i’ll ever be in that kind of love again 

damn the last sentence on this picture always gets to me

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via c-oquetry)

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1 week ago

Every boyfriend is the one
Until otherwise proven
The good are never easy
The easy never good
And love it never happens like you think it really should

Deception and perfection are wonderful traits
One will breed love
The other hate
You’ll find me in the lonely hearts
Under ‘I’m after a brand new start’

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2 weeks ago

Archie Burnett - Berlin Voguing Out Workshops @ Motion´s 2013

Now in his 50s, Archie Burnett still has more sass than me

((sedih))

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2 weeks ago

Juhyun in Lonely, Requested by Pastamylife.

HAIR GOAL

(via fuckyeahjoohyun)

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2 weeks ago

fxntasia:

Genie, I'm...I'm gonna miss you.

R.I.P. Robin Williams (July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014)

(via theamazingladygeek)

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2 weeks ago

It grows on you.

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1 month ago

http://www.rookiemag.com/2014/05/oh-you-pretty-things-4/

How much do you think beauty matters, and why? —Violet, 14, Los Angeles

Do you mean aesthetic beauty in general? Like, the beauty of art, or music, or lovahs? That kind of beauty matters A LOT to me, because when I see, hear, or smell something that I consider beautiful, it makes me feel good—a little happier at the very least, like when someone posts really pretty nail art on Instagram, and nearly orgasmic at most, like when I take myself out to a gorgeous, heartbreaking movie (something like Moon or Melancholia) and I don’t have to share the amazing highs and lows of the experience with anyone—it’s all mine to revel in.

There’s a big reason these beautiful pleasures are so vital to me: I’m super afraid of death. Always have been. I don’t fear the actual moment of dying, or the pain—that part might be a breeze, for all I know!—but the everlasting nothingness. The going to sleep and never dreaming but also never waking up, for all of time, infinitely. I panic about death whenever it pops into my head, which is often—at least daily, in fact.

But from time to time, just by being alive and not doing anything special, I get to experience beautiful things, and they make me less afraid. I’m thinking of a beach I love in Michigan, or hearing this song for the first time, or lying in bed with a nice naked person. In those beautiful moments, I have actually caught myself thinking, Kill me now! I want to go out with this smile on my face!—which is as close as I’ve ever gotten to being at peace with the inevitable. In that regard, beauty is very important. That’s why there are museums where you can just stare at paintings or arboretums where wild peacocks walk around among the people like, “NBD.”

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1 month ago
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