lalondes:

wes anderson movies taught me that fucked up horrifying tragic living circumstances are no excuse not to carefully maintain a cute pastoral aesthetic at all times

(via moodycats)

thouswell:

sergnun:

Black and white Lisbon  (em Chiado)

Literally so cute
Ignoring your passion is slow suicide. Never ignore what your heart pumps for. Mold your career around your lifestyle not your lifestyle around your career.
- Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: beyondfabric, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Just my opinion but

haemus:

What the fuck

(via purifyed)

Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

- Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via recovering-ballerina)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via s-sinking)

It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.
- Frances Ha (2012)

(Source: larmoyante, via jee-vika)

yeeyda:

(by hlaus)