23 years old frustrated human being. Socially awkward, somehow geeky, absolutely clumsy. I'm not an artist, I'm not an intellectual, I'm not a genius, I'm not a victim, I'm not a whore, I'm not a nun. I'm just not a beautiful, unique snowflake. I'm the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
(via tritriptrip)
(Source: caucasianmale, via c-trl)
How dope is this PICTURE!!!
This ad gives me LIFE
They are truly gorgeous.
(via rape--princess)
Sommes nous les jouets du destin?
Souviens toi des moments divins
Planants, éclatés au matin
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls
Perdus les rêves de s’aimer
Le temps où on avait rien fait
Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls
Protect me from what I want
Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi de mes désirs
(Source: unansweredtelephones, via cottoncandygray)
anonymous secret #17
“i don’t remember how to love myself”
I never knew how.
(via c-trl)
(via dearprongs)
Dancer on the tube, 1968
(via c-trl)
(via tritriptrip)
(via c-trl)
(Source: violent-hippie, via casadeasterion)
Astronaut Anna Fisher
John Bryson
(Source: bi-in-hawaii, via a-littles-black-book)
(via vox-celeste-vox-humana)
The only way I could remember how “sweetarts” were named was looking for “candy that looks like ecstasy”.
I don’t know what that says about me.
