1. (Source: struckbyastar)

  2. katislovesies:

    1. Robert Doisneau: Kiss by the Hotel de Ville, 1950
    2. Alfred Eisenstaedt: V-J Day in Times Square, 1945
    3. Yvan Rodic: Berlin, 2012

    “Do not fall in love with people like me. 

    I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

    I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.” 

    ― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

  3. humansofnewyork:

    “I hate conflict so much that I find myself agreeing with pretty much everything that everyone says.”


  4. "I loved you before I ever touched you."
    — (via hassphalt)

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  5. (Source: picture-sex, via d-estinny)


  6. "I don’t think people realize how hard it is to rediscover the person you were before depression, or even try to remember your own personality."

  7. "With the right music, you either forget everything or you remember everything."

  8. "…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me. Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth."
    — Sylvia Plath, from The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via liquidnight)

    (via soniamansouri)

  9. (Source: choco-nutte, via i-heart-smile)

  10. thatfunnyblog:


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  11. iqrajalalakbar:

    Haha, I lovee thiss.

    (Source: inspiredbyadam, via eeshakhan)


  12. "Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on."

    Immigrants. First generation.

    Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

    (via theijeoma)

    (via eeshakhan)


  15. "If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad."
    — My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

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