cela ne vaut pas la peine

→ April 19,2014|2:21am "Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place

(Source: stxxz.us, via cursive-lines)

→ April 19,2014|1:36am aerbor:

Camille Marie Bieber


Camille Marie Bieber

(via 2076)

→ April 19,2014|1:36am

(Source: m0rtality, via 0verreact)

→ April 17,2014|2:41am pikeys:

Edvard Munch - The Kiss (1897)


Edvard Munch - The Kiss (1897)

(via cavum)

→ April 17,2014|2:40am "The memory of you is like a lost and loved perfume. Insatiable, volatile. An absent presence. It is torture."

by la-femme-terrible  (via odetofemininity)

(Source: la-femme-terrible, via thejazzloftproject)

→ April 14,2014|5:18am theincompletenesstheorem:

Lani MaestroNo Pain Like This Body, 2010


Lani Maestro
No Pain Like This Body, 2010

(via splitterherzen)

→ April 14,2014|5:17am
"Time waits for no one."

"So catch up."

(via asylumgarden)

→ April 14,2014|5:15am "For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth."

n.t. (via astrasperas)

(via yoru-e)

→ April 14,2014|5:13am

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→ April 14,2014|5:13am

thankful this is the last time i have to stay up all night for a while, fucking two exams on the same day, definitely the hardest thing i’ve ever had to deal with in school.

needed to take a break and the caffeine’s wearing off.

it’s the final stretch, first year’s basically over, no more excuses, have to evolve into a better person.

→ April 13,2014|1:53am whiteboyfriend:




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→ April 13,2014|1:53am

(Source: death-by-elocution, via phan7asmagoria)

→ April 13,2014|1:52am

(Source: hal-9000, via intemporels)

→ April 12,2014|4:23am

(Source: throwing-copper, via born-indoors)

→ April 12,2014|4:21am "It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you."

John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories

(Source: larmoyante, via ar-bm)