Upward

of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world ...

“I believe pain breeds wolves
and joys give rise to moons.

We grow forests in our bones
so our memories can’t find us.

I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.”

—   Pavana पवन (via cinnamonzen)

(Source: maza-dohta, via cinnamonzen)

fotojournalismus:

Body Decoration of the Suri Tribe

Photos by Pavel Wolberg

(via darksilenceinsuburbia)

Amazing photos (also, helping me remember that high ISO grain isn’t necessarily a bad thing!)

aseaofquotes:

Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail

aseaofquotes:

Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail

Reblog if you are your url

Me - upward!

(Source: syosama, via seafaringgypsy)

Ok so really don’t actually do this. It hurts a lot and breaks your brain and you won’t be you and please … Above all … Love yourself.

“and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love”

—   Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love  (via 1112pm)

(Source: feellng, via shiro13)

“Do it.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible.
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.”

—   (via 1112pm)

(Source: lilith-not-eve, via shiro13)

mariannapaige:

it took me over a year to be able to put this into words

mariannapaige:

it took me over a year to be able to put this into words

(via anditslove)

http://anditslove.tumblr.com/post/96335957727

mapsofmymind:

Choosing to put myself and my happiness above everything else was the best thing I ever did. I’m nowhere near perfect but I’m becoming someone I love and finally feel proud of. I’ve heard that your friends are a strong reflection of yourself. From the time I chose to prioritize…

aseaofquotes:

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

aseaofquotes:

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

seraphica:

Fantastic Foxes [via/sources]

(via shiro13)

“Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time.”

—   Fragment 5, Kristina Kutateladze (via neongospel)

(via anditslove)