Accept good energies. Keep your aura. Don’t lose yourself.

I don’t want to share my bed with someone I have to care for less and less.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It’s heavy, that lightness. It’s crushing, that emptiness.

Margaret Atwood, The Tent (via observando)

(via alonesomes)

(via 19o1)

(via 19o1)

Rocking the slut flask since 16.

Borrowed lipstick, 2014

I like to play with my curtains and light.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Arianna Vairo

Confabulazioni 

2013

Acrylic and gouache on wood or cardboard

journalofanobody:

Suzanne Shevchenko 

journalofanobody:

Suzanne Shevchenko 

Puerto Rico selfie, 2014

nevver:

It felt as if one’s entire world was one, long Sunday afternoon. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.
I’m not sure of anything anymore, mainly myself.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Antonio Canova

Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss

Paris, Musée du Louvre