Today I drank 6 cups of coffee
smoked 11 cigarettes
wrote 5 poems
and alltogether
spoke 4 words

I don’t know what happiness is
but I’m pretty sure this isn’t
anything close.

— sad days, alone. (via nicolafuentes)
oliviateh-glamkitsch:

Xiao Wen Ju, Asia Chow, Jacob K, Liu Wen, March 2012, Millinery, Tim Walker, W Magazine .
gnostic-forest:

c-hange:

reality is girls have stretch marks and instead of shaming and photo shopping people should accept and embrace it.

I really fucking love this.

aktx:

tarntino:

me: *sees a white boy* *locks my car doors*

white boy: *knocks on window* what would you be doing if I was in there with you ;)

We can never be gods, after all—but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms  (via mirroir)

His eyes were the same color as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

— Warsan Shire  (via savannahbird)
coffeedirt:

Edgar Allan Poe’s signature on your lovely little blog