8.20.14
“ I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth — and truth rewarded me. ”
— Simone de Beauvoir, All Said and Done  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: whyallcaps.us, via thatkindofwoman)

8.18.14

huffingtonpost:

By just watching this video of puppies, you’re donating money to charity.

(via trollldoll)

7.30.14
“ Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it. ”
— John Eldridge (via dulcetive)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via oregonhome)

7.28.14
bobbysockss:

lofticries:

Lovers at the Movies, 1940.
Photo: Arthur Fellig

Perfect

bobbysockss:

lofticries:

Lovers at the Movies, 1940.

Photo: Arthur Fellig

Perfect

7.28.14

(Source: thorneater, via gabyj)

7.28.14
killerbeesting:

Margaret Bourke-White (1904-1971) - Hats in the Garment District, NY, 1930

killerbeesting:

Margaret Bourke-White (1904-1971) - Hats in the Garment District, NY, 1930

7.28.14
“ But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin. ”
— Brave New World, Aldous Huxley (via heartless—-romantic)

(via lesrosesrouges)

7.25.14

annasheffield:

Seeing Beauty in Double

Georgia O’Keefe’s home, Abiquiu New Mexico + a Calder Mobile

in Color and Black+White

7.24.14

phoebewahl:

Last night I made these drawings in my sketchbook for a zine I’m making called WARPED. 

It was fun making looser/weirder stuff than I usually do.

©Phoebe Wahl 2014

WORK HARD EVERY DAY AT LOVING YOURSELF

(Source: phoebewahl.com)

7.21.14

I dreamed this morning that I woke up next to you. I held your hand, wrapped my fingers through yours. I pulled your arm across my ribs, settled my spine into the soft flesh of your stomach. You pressed your lips against the back of my neck. You rubbed the tip of your nose across my shoulder, pushing away my hair until you got to my skin. You inhaled so deep I could feel the heat of your ribs move away from my shoulder blades. You ran your thumb over the back of my knuckles, up the inside my arm, held me by the elbow. You whispered, “Good Morning” and your breath was warm and sweet against the edge of my ear.

I dreamed this morning that you knew how to hold me; knew how to turn my stomach inside out; knew exactly how my chin became my neck and my neck became my heart—that you were mine.

I woke up and my hands were empty; my skin was cold; my mouth was dry. I woke up and you belonged to some other place that wasn’t here; some other bed that wasn’t mine; some other space that I only wish I could get to.

Maybe, one day I will get there. Maybe, one day I’ll open my eyes and when I reach out for your hand, you’ll be right next to me, reaching out for me, too.

Maybe, one day.

7.21.14
7.21.14
eriebasin:

19th Century Odd Fellows Print, Gilt Gesso Frame, $495

eriebasin:

19th Century Odd Fellows Print, Gilt Gesso Frame, $495

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