1. greatjaggi:

    Every Dorito is a triangle but not every triangle is a Dorito

  2. lonequixote:

Moonlight ~ Childe Hassam

    lonequixote:

    Moonlight ~ Childe Hassam

  3. aseaofquotes:

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

    aseaofquotes:

    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  4. metaphorformetaphor:

    Lose one or two of your stars so I can believe
     you are a woman of flesh and blood
    and not music crushing me like a hazelnut underfoot
    Be a little diminished, and break free from your metaphor
    so that I can hold every part of you
    except the part I have released into the air.

    — Mahmoud Darwish, from “Lose one of your stars,” A River Dies of Thirst. (Archipelago Books, 2009)

  5. jillianfleck:

Bad Love Will Make a Museum of You by Jillian Fleck

    jillianfleck:

    Bad Love Will Make a Museum of You by Jillian Fleck

  6. How do I love myself enough to not crave the love of a man whose poison to me? How do I love myself enough to feel full enough to not have to feed on his toxicity? How do I love myself enough to realize that allowing his toxic diluted version of love to remain in my life is doing nothing but reinforcing the negative feelings I feel for myself? How do I allow my love myself and how I allow that to be enough?
  7. rhaego:

    favourite painters

     ↳ Claude Monet

  8. bewbin:

"the weather seems ruff today doesnt it Spot haha?""dont patronize me Greg"

    bewbin:

    "the weather seems ruff today doesnt it Spot haha?"
    "dont patronize me Greg"

  9. Anonymous:
    What do you want to do with your major?

  10. untrustyou:

Matthew Tammaro
  11. How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?
    Don DeLillo (via ohdreaming)
  12. shinyjpg:

    It was so pink it didn’t even look real