jesuisperdu:

wolfgang tillmans

jesuisperdu:

wolfgang tillmans

Every. single. time.

Every. single. time.

(Source: vira-sana)

This silence will fall
and all that you never said
will smother my ears.
tylerknott:

If you find your road, have the courage to follow it.

tylerknott:

If you find your road, have the courage to follow it.

(Source: tressugar.com)

my-seventh-life:

walking-carb0nati0n:

ughwenz:

Get rid of your boundaries and the universe is yours.

omg

wow pretty incredible

(Source: atavus)

cheekbonesanddeductions:

You must be a combination of copper and tellurium because you are CuTe

Clean, pretty cappuccino.
From The Rogue Rennard in Paddington (Brisbane), Australia.
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Clean, pretty cappuccino.

From The Rogue Rennard in Paddington (Brisbane), Australia.

Follow me on instagram for more photos of gastronomic delights. :)

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

Thought you knew me better

It starts with a thought that boils over in my head, because soon enough, my eyes are hot and watering at the corners. I struggle to remember how to breathe normally but I can’t, so I inhale deeply. My lip quivers, fighting its own battle not to make a sound. I don’t. have it. together. I can picture it all over again from the passenger seat and replay the words you used to score my heart this way and that, and I break. Because for someone who whispers that I’m amazing and all things wonderful to say something so hurtful in turn, and so blindly out of context, is a shock to the system that sends me reeling. I accept your apology. I really do.

But I don’t know how not to be upset right now.

And in the morning,
when you’re turning,
I’ll be out of reach.
And in the darkness,
when you find this,
I’ll be far to sea. 

‘All The Way Down’ by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova 

This anger is so overwhelming that I can’t.

I just can’t.

Please don’t hurry to fall in love or fall into anything. There’s plenty of time for all of that. Until then, do more than exist. Remind yourself on every occasion that you are still so young and that is a beautiful wonderful thing. Before you know it cynicism will come on wings and you will have to reshape yourself over and over. Don’t wish for emotions. Long for experiences, and hands that feel good in yours, and the cold bite of winter, darling you’ve got such a long while. You’re not inadequate because you’re alone (not lonely, mind the difference), you’re not unattractive or boring or God forbid unlovable. Breathe a little bit easier. Write yourself lists. Your hipbones right now, the places where you long to be touched, are too fragile for lust. You’ll find yourself crushed under the weight of it all.
Ned Hepburn: How To Succeed With Women Without Really Trying

nedhepburn:

There comes a fun point in a man’s life when he stops dating girls and starts dating women. Girls, well, they’re great and all, but they’re still growing and finding themselves. Women, real women, know themselves, and don’t fuck about, thank-you-kindly. About six months or so ago I started seeing

nevver:

Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing

nevver:

Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing