YOU COULD BREAK MY HEART INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES, AND I’D STILL PICK THEM UP AND PUT THEM BACK IN YOUR HANDS

artofephemera:

your lips are poison

so won’t you kiss me? at least

then I’ll die happy.

-m.f.  (haiku #8)

"I am nothing more
than a million thoughts of you
swimming inside me."
— Tyler Knott Gregson, "Daily Haiku on Love" (via quotationadmiration)

Audrey Hepburn photographed by Howell Conant at a Givenchy dress fitting in Rome, 1959.
"You were the first word that I ever wanted to write."
— Shinji Moon, from Shipwreck (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via polaroidmermaid)

bahliss:

Alexandra Agoston x Chris Colls
acehotel:

Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. 
Today the filmmaker turns 74. And to this day The Louvre forbids running.
hifas:

Not often the walls of the mind become transparentGwenneth Boelens
umq:

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Temporary wet weather signage recently placed in various Sydney locations
"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living."
— Thomas, Iain. I Wrote This For You. (via eikadan)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via nymfeja)

"Who cares about the hidden messages of fascism and oppression when you can have a LOVE STORY"
— everyone involved in The Giver, probably (via ceremonial-lungs)

x-cessive-bastard:

I was speaking to a friend in Gaza and he told me that his little cousin is writing her name all over her body with her markers, just in case she gets blown up and no one can identify her. She is 11 years old. 11. The psychological pain and trauma the Palestinian children go through is absolutely repulsive.

(via ameliaaabedeliaaa)