when there’s nothing left to burn you must set yourself on fire.
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

 —F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

(via savedbysoutherncharm)



“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”

 —Vincent Van Gogh (via lovequotesrus)

(via lovequotesrus)



“Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off you.”

 —Maya Angelou  (via lovequotesrus)

(via lovequotesrus)



“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

 —David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via larmoyante)

(via cicconeyouthh)



Whenever a guy tells me to smile

myfriendsaremarried:

and I’m just like…


“I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.”

 —

Jonathan Safran Foer 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

(via lovequotesrus)



llllucy:

Me at parties

llllucy:

Me at parties

(via hellogiggles)




Kelly Surdo, Dying angels
This was a writing piece I made on the floor of the computer lab at school during after hours. I had been adamantly emotionally unavailable for a dangerous amount of time. It was a moment when something had cracked inside my chest and I felt something warm inside of myself for the first time in forever. I was beginning to let others in again in a way that wasn’t explicitly destructive. I jotted the phrase down as an iphone note, packed my things and walked quickly back to my apartment. The print itself I made at parsons, ronika was allowing us to make prints of some of our work in hopes that a physical form of these pieces that lived solely on the internet would protect me from my demons at bay, at least that was the idea. I think it worked because i still carry them. The piece of silk was the only present I received for my birthday this year, a gift from a good friend who said the texture felt important and reminded them of me. It’s all that mattered. Together they make something much greater than me.  

Kelly Surdo, Dying angels

This was a writing piece I made on the floor of the computer lab at school during after hours. I had been adamantly emotionally unavailable for a dangerous amount of time. It was a moment when something had cracked inside my chest and I felt something warm inside of myself for the first time in forever. I was beginning to let others in again in a way that wasn’t explicitly destructive. I jotted the phrase down as an iphone note, packed my things and walked quickly back to my apartment. The print itself I made at parsons, ronika was allowing us to make prints of some of our work in hopes that a physical form of these pieces that lived solely on the internet would protect me from my demons at bay, at least that was the idea. I think it worked because i still carry them. The piece of silk was the only present I received for my birthday this year, a gift from a good friend who said the texture felt important and reminded them of me. It’s all that mattered. Together they make something much greater than me.  

(via hopefilledromantic)



nalalosangeles:

Nope nope nope 🙌😁

nalalosangeles:

Nope nope nope 🙌😁



nalalosangeles:

Woops sorry 💁#theworst

nalalosangeles:

Woops sorry 💁#theworst





“You want everything so much and when you get it it’s over and you don’t give a damn.”

 —Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden (via feellng)

(via lovequotesrus)



chaosandglitter:

parelysian:

my favourite set ever

My mourning routine



“If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”

 —John Steinbeck, born on this day in 1902, on falling in love in a magnificent letter of advice to his teenage son (via tea-storm)

(via thehampsteads)



“Be committed, not attached. But more importantly, know the difference.”

 — Kai (via thehampsteads)