the devil doesn't wear prada
sleepless-december:

eluting:

Today was my favorite of all days.

Circus for a psycho
drewwilsonphoto:

You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.
soyao:

V big midget

clcero:

i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves


i want to ask
everyone i meet,
what do you read
when you are in love,
and, what do you read when
they do not love you back?
- Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)


“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
fruitgod:

Glow x
allmagicomeswithaprice:

"She was what I paid attention to. Who I paid attention to. Everything else was just background"
legalmeth:

☆ similar here ☆
pale-vodka:

Drunk pale bitch ♚