prinsessjordan:


Beautiful contrast of hard and soft, light and dark, open and closed in Indonesia.

I would love to get married their!

prinsessjordan:

Beautiful contrast of hard and soft, light and dark, open and closed in Indonesia.

I would love to get married their!

cornputer:

assindeto:

take me to art museums and make out with me

But they said to not touch the masterpieces

Anonymous asked: “Could you recommend your list of books that I should read? Thank you.”

observando:

The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger: It shows you what a teenager thinks. His fears, what does he loves and how can they react.

On the Road, Jack Kerouac: The author can make you feel that you are traveling on the routes of United States in late 40s. He can make you feel free.

High Fidelity, Nick Hornby: I love music and this is a perfect book for music lovers. In the end, is a book about love, but in the middle of it is full of songs.

Ham on Rye, Charles Bukowski: Hank is one of my favorites writers (his poetry is amazing) and this is an autobiography. Every anecdote makes us understand why Bukowski thinks as he does.

A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway: This book narrates Hemingway’s life in París in the 20s as an expatriate writer. You can read it 30 times.

davedash:

Someone explain

davedash:

Someone explain

“Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.”

A text post has never made me tear up before. Shit (via positiveclarity)

Aaayyyy a relevant post back on my dash. Thank God ive moved on :)

The best times to kiss a girl

abraesive:

When she’s babbling on about something. When you’re arguing. When you see her. When you’re with her. When you’re with your friends. When she cries. When shes happy. When she does something you love. After you ask her out. After she says she loves you. After you just kissed her. Before you leave. My point is, whenever you get the chance to kiss her, kiss her. It makes her feel loved. 

if you kiss me when we’re arguing i will punch you straight in the fucking jaw

  • Do you have any friends?
    Person:
  • What is that?
    Me:
  • Can you eat it?
    Me:

fancyadance:

Doors around the World

Montmartre, Paris

Burano, Italy

Japan

Beijing, China

Rabat, Morocco

Bali, Indonesia

Sardinia, Italy

Shanghai, China

more

mistergoodlife:

L'Or Blanc | Mr. Goodlife

mistergoodlife:

L'Or Blanc | Mr. Goodlife

mrmojorisinn:

I could pee on this.

I AM ACTUALLY LAUGHING SO HARD I AM CRYING SOMEONE GET ME THIS BOOK