lots to do today. two projects, a pitch and a paper. running out of time … and thankfully of thoughts rehash.

lots to do today. two projects, a pitch and a paper. running out of time … and thankfully of thoughts rehash.

24 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from la-luna-love with 17,037 notes

"

you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him traveling away from you in his dreams

you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave

you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful

something not everyone knows how to love.

"

Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult to Love (via the-sinking-spell)

every word today is a minefield …

24 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from illusionofnormalcy with 2,798 notes

"I was quiet, but I was not blind."

Fanny Price (Mansfield Park)

(Source: bibliophilebunny)

24 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from spycnsweet with 151,761 notes

hotshotmodels:

Berenice Marlohe

babe

hotshotmodels:

Berenice Marlohe

babe

22 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from hotshotmodels with 10 notes

"When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy."

Rumi (via spycnsweet)

sometimes non-study study dates are the only thing I need to get back up again … 

22 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from spycnsweet with 6 notes

class is cancelled, today and tomorrow. so much to do, but this is my fucking chance. don’t screw it up …

class is cancelled, today and tomorrow. so much to do, but this is my fucking chance.

don’t screw it up …

(Source: keikolyn)

22 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from daisymeadows with 48,506 notes

Who takes it out of you / Who steals your light

This weekend was a low moment, again. I found myself staring at the ceiling for too much of it. Danced with, kissed someone handsome on Friday, with an absence of a rush, or any sort of desire.  

On Saturday I put on a nice dress and went to a birthday party. Felt like a fraud, like nickels and dimes in it. My waiter didn’t charge me and left me a note instead. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I’d regret it if I didn’t try. Why the dismay instead of flattery …? Why the weight of the world instead? Drifted to the Mandarin to meet my boss for a drink. Smiled, chatted, felt like a million pieces inside. 

On Sunday, I barely moved for 12 hours. I cried until I couldn’t open my eyes. Eventually dragged myself out of bed to eat with a friend … came home, talked and cried to another. Asked him blind questions, again and again, trying to breathe life into flatlining hope. 

Monday was supposed to be my day off to spend some place beautiful and happy. I stared out my window looking out from in, until white bled into grey into black.  

If we stumble and fall … is there any way but up? How can I feel full when part of my heart still belongs to you …? All of the vodka, friends and fucking in the world won’t cure this. Time takes time, but that fact alone makes it worse.    

"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry." - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

21 Apr 2014 / 1 note


this entire week in one picture. 

this entire week in one picture. 

21 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from dxcg with 29 notes


hm.

hm.

21 Apr 2014 / 2 notes

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."

Soren Kierkegaard (via psych-facts)

truer words have never been spoken.

21 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from iwasadaisyfresh with 2,489 notes