grey mornings
I don't know much about the world except that it is backwards and people can be thoughtless. But sometimes, on a really sunny day, when a girl is wearing bracelets and lying in the grass imagining what her life could be, all the lips she could kiss, all the coffee she could drink, all the love she could build, the world glimmers. Underneath the sunlight, reflecting off her skin. It glimmers.


do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all those who think feminism means hating men.

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Always in black.
Adeline Ania photographed by Antonio Gray.
Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.
— William Somerset Maugham  (via ohhhkat)

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1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

— Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via cutely-perverted)

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You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

— Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)

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when someone’s flaws are not flaws in your eyes, you’re fucked.
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i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye

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Young Folks Peter Bjorn and John

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We all have that one thing in our life that’s beautiful. And I’m so glad mine is you.
Beau Taplin || x. (via afadthatlastsforever)

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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.  (via ismiamora)

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