Sometimes, you want to say something – but there just aren’t the words. Somehow, there are feelings inside of you that cannot be described. They just are. And there are no words to capture that feeling. broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
Monthly Archives: May 2015
Her eyes were so full, and her heart so empty. Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower (via whyallcaps)
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themaxdavis: Lucette van Beek
femtoxic: yellowpaz: Choosing joy. Smiling even when I’m hurting. Someone I am begging PLEASE tell me where she got this hair
ayejiahchillout: ninarosehotchkiss: Ever notice how white indie films are about falling in love and coming of age while black indie films are always about overcoming some kind of struggle? Why can’t we also just fall in love and live? it’s like they don’t believe we could ever possibly have the same teenage experiences as anyone …
Then the old man thought that it was the childlike eye of the girl that had conquered him. Old men, when they fall in love, always pass through a stage of paternity […] “The Nice Old Man and the Pretty Girl” by Italo Svevo (via lolitagegap)