Two nights ago was the worst of my life because of external circumstances, and I don’t think I can possibly experience worse within my lifetime. Last night was one of the best because of external circumstances. People are terrible, and beautiful, and complex as all hell. And that’s enthralling, no matter what it results in.

Flight home overbooked. Free hotel, free breakfast, free lunch, flight with a better airline arriving at a better time later in the day, and 600 Euros compensation. Not so bad.

I will never be able to listen to or make minor complaints again and feel as though they are in any way justified.

My whole sense of self has been totally ripped apart in one night. Nothing could have prepared me for this. I don’t want to be alive. I can’t be alive. I need to die. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.

I’m sitting in an apartment in Paris and dreaming of men who work with their hands for the brute primal pleasure of it, not because they can’t do things with their head. Men who work with wood or metal, who make all day and work up a sheen of sweat, then come home and talk about philosophy/literature/politics/etc. I can count on one hand the men like this I’ve met and something about that has always been an instant attractor.

emmyblotnick:

Either this family has no idea how green screen souvenir photos work or they know EXACTLY how they work.

emmyblotnick:

Either this family has no idea how green screen souvenir photos work or they know EXACTLY how they work.

(via totam-libertatem)

I am taking myself to dinner in a country I have no business being in, not speaking either of the two languages. Fuck it.

I am taking myself to dinner in a country I have no business being in, not speaking either of the two languages. Fuck it.

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methlabrador:

a dude at the gym just reached in his bag, pulled out a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup, smiled & shook his head like that’s just something that happens to people, put it back and then pulled out a bottle of water instead

(Source: mattressblowoutsale, via getdatbooty)

And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there and the moss.
And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty,
My cheap violin and my cross.

And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist

Oh my love, Oh my love,
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
It’s yours now; it’s all that there is.

(Source: pdvmorris, via bestgesture)

bestgesture:

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prjona:

i was trying on outfits for the weekend and i think this is by far the dreamiest!!

bestgesture
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!!! People think of me when they see strawberry related stuff now! I love that so much! And this one features a collar! I have a tag for that too!