brettisagirl:

I did this drawing a while ago after I was struck hard with certain realities while facing a dark depression, only to realize that I do in fact have faith in humanity, believe in more than what can be seen, and am capable to love limitlessly, zero reservations. 

sexmusic:

i will follow you into the dark // jayme dee [death cab for cutie cover]

FREE download: here

This. So much.

katerspie:

Sometimes, I can’t deal with existing. I don’t feel comfortable in the space I am in, both the actual room, and my body, and I suppose by some weird, huge extension, the planet. I don’t fit under my own skin, and I don’t know what to do with myself not just in the grand plan of my life, but…

calivintage:

chloe sevigny by craig mcdean for interview february 2012.

nishe:

This year we had Autumn for 4 months and Winter for a week.

the-songbird:

the-songbird:

ennish:

kneeldownorfuckoff:

Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

I can’t stop reblogging this, my god.

I told you guys.

instant reblog.