kwon-junho:

zen.

"I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis?"

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wink-smile-pout:

Valentino Haute Couture Spring 2012

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.

How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon   (via elauxe)

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hautekills:

Dries Van Noten menswear s/s 2015

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Someone once told me a story about long term relationships. To think of them as a continent to explore. I could spend a lifetime backpacking through Africa, and I would still never know all there is to know about that continent. To stay the course, to stay intentional, to stay curious and connected – that’s the heart of it. But it’s so easy to lose track of the trail, to get tired, to want to give up, or to want a new adventure. It can be so easy to lose sight of the goodness and mystery within the person sitting right in front of you.

Joy Williams (via mishproductions)

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As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (Alfred A. Knopf, 2011)

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I’m afraid we’ll always be a book with the end pages ripped out.

 Madisen Kuhn, Does Time Truly Heal All Wounds?  (via life-of-regret)

growing-orbits:

Bas Jan Ader (1971) 

from the series Wall Piece with 200 Letters by Mikko Kuorinki

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And you drink a little too much and try a little too hard, and you go home to a cold bed and think, “That was fine”. And your life is a long line of fine.

Gillian Flynn (via drapetomania)

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You either have chemistry or you don’t, and you better have it, or it’s like kissing some relative. But chemistry, listen to me, you got to be careful. Chemistry is like those perfume ads, the ones that look so interesting and mysterious but you don’t even know at first what they’re even selling. Or those menu’s without the prices. Mystery and intrigue are gonna cost you. Great looking might mean something very expensive, and I don’t mean money. What I’m saying is, chemistry is a place to start, not an end point.

Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming (via coyotegold)

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"He knows all my secrets and he still wants to kiss me." #WarsanShire #Poetry #French #Poesie