i don’t think i’ve ever loved a house more than i love this one. it’s absolutely perfect. muntin windows are my favourite.
oh my goddd, i want a house like this so bad.
source: mamawatters / mamawatters
• 27 July 2014 • 2,561 notes
People in the building like us, half of them think it's never
going to work out, the other half believe in magic. It's like
a war between them.
Beginners (2010) | dir. Mike Mills
(Source: cinemq, via collegeacknowledge)
• 27 July 2014 • 166 notes
“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”
— unknown (via awelltraveledwoman)
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• 27 July 2014 • 429,797 notes
“Love is warming.
Please take a step back from
anything called “love” that’s leaving you cold.”
— Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)
• 26 July 2014 • 1,999 notes
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
(Source: aronofskie, via cursive-lines)
• 26 July 2014 • 748 notes
“I wanted to feel important, I wanted to feel like somebody, I wanted to know if I called in sick to work that I would be missed. I wanted to stop feeling so sorry for myself, and I have.”
— Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie (via cursive-lines)
• 26 July 2014 • 20 notes