3 days ago
via: angelinalouu + source: namasteh


Details from Elie Saab Couture Fall 2014

4 days ago


by threepinner

4 days ago
via: fiebre + source: fiebre


the moon was pretty in the morning.

4 days ago
via: calidae + source: nahyt


Stressed, depressed and too poor to be well dressed

5 days ago
Don’t confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are. —

Frank Ocean (via quotestuff)


(via hydratic)

6 days ago
via: formed + source: jackiekeaki
…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were. —Thank you so much for this
(via cexjay)
6 days ago
via: formed + source: c-oquetry




Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."

why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury

so amazing

6 days ago
6 days ago
via: thatstoomainstream + source: reverys


sitting in silence with your best friend is actually really nice because youre together and youre just happy to be together even if the both of you are just scrolling through tumblr and twitter because you occasionally point something else to the other person and laugh and maybe talk but youre just comfortable and together and thats enough

You sit here and wonder why I think so low of myself, and then turn around and insult me every chance you get. I don’t get it.

1 week ago
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you. —Murakami, Haruki. Kafka on the Shore. (via wordsnquotes)
1 week ago
via: l-umos + source: wordsnquotes
1 week ago
via: l-umos + source: lvndcity
Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart. —

(via exercise-for-confidence)

this is the truest of the truths (via redtour)

1 week ago
via: pendule + source: moeyhashy
It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like him and you’re trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching. —(via extrasad)
1 week ago