I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to.
I call it art.
Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public.
And art doesn’t worry anyone.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via lookingforsomeonewhocares)

(via introv-erted)

My only hope is
that one day I can
love myself as much
as I love you.
Mariah Gordon-Dyke (via larmoyante)

(via introv-erted)

Thursday / 21 notes / reblog
venetians:

76630026 (by The Master & Marisa)

And the occasional cigarette bc I like to be a lil self-destructive

if I have good plans, good sex, and good coffee then I’m fucking set.

Thursday / 194,714 notes / reblog
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venetians:

Taipei (by ani lynn)
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fountain-of-ruth:

Home (folds and rolls)