You have a halo, 

but maybe you don’t know.

filmesss:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - 2004
violentwavesofemotion:

breakfastsdiamonds:

"I loved you more than anyone son of a bitch."

reminds me of that epic Kate Moss writing on the walls of Pete Doherty with blood: "You’re in my veins, you fuck."

I’ve finally realized the difference between loving someone and missing someone. When I loved you, you were the world, your laugh was the only thing that stopped me from shattering and the way you kissed me could stop my heart. I do not love you anymore. But I do miss you. I finally see that there are so many wonderful things in the world, I just wish you were still in mine. I haven’t heard your laugh in a few months and that’s okay, I’ve found other ways to hold myself together, but sometimes it plays in my head and I ache for the way it made me smile. I don’t want to kiss you anymore but on nights when loneliness hits the wall and plunges into my chest, the absence of your lips on mine makes me feel sick. I don’t love you. But I really really miss you.

you don’t have to come back  (via extrasad)

(via lilac-veinss)

aprisity:

blackcatbelle:

view from work today. 

the dream

A Self Portrait Through Her (Nika in Tears), New York City. April 2013.
hiddenfloors:

Waiting for my game to load…

Tyrone, you’re a babe.

martin-jan van santen

kiko mizuhara dancing to “at the hop”
greuze:

Edvard Perseus, Nude Model (Detail), 1872