washuti:

詩人。
uremysweetapocalypse:


- pieces of us III.I. -
"lust is saturday night; love is sunday morning."

m-i-s-o:

Miso : Home-Made Tattoos : twin flowers for Milly : Melbourne 2014.
crowhn:

indie blog
crowhn:

indie blog
At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via seabois)
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
Ernest Hemingway (via ohteenscanrelate)
crowhn:

indie blog
these are the facts:
cigarettes will kill you
yes does not always mean yes
how kind you are to people
sometimes does not matter
coffee is bad for you
8 hours of sleep should not be a goal
it should always be a reality
green vegetables will keep you
young for as long as you eat them
nothing will ever be as beautiful
as your solitude
breathing deeply can calm you down
in any situation
mediation will center you
but only for a short time
love will hold you together
when you are falling apart

Esperanza Friel, “The Truth” (via fuckingcamilla)