Bound by Symmetry

because cats and louis V. 💕
Jul 23

because cats and louis V. 💕

1. stunna shades 2. eyebrows did 3. there is clearly cleavage in my reflection.
Jul 23

1. stunna shades 2. eyebrows did 3. there is clearly cleavage in my reflection.

the caffeinated icing to my awesome afternoon. #becausecoffee (at Jubala Village Coffee)
Jul 23

the caffeinated icing to my awesome afternoon. #becausecoffee (at Jubala Village Coffee)

we do wednesday right. (at Simply Crepes Raleigh)
Jul 23

we do wednesday right. (at Simply Crepes Raleigh)

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1131
(my self esteem is innumerate)
buy this print
Jul 23

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1131

(my self esteem is innumerate)

buy this print

"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."

- Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet  (via versteur)

(Source: vrban, via hepkatz)

Jul 23

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting."

- e.e. cummings (via observando)

Jul 23

"I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves."

- Jean Cocteau, Le Testament d’Orphée (1960)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via thatkindofwoman)

Jul 23

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."

- Pablo Neruda (via observando)

Jul 23