February 2012
81 posts
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda (via sacraments)
1 tag
The idea of making Berlin my home (and Paris my home one week a month) is beginning to settle in. An ex-pat. I would be the American living the dream I guess. I dont know where this thought is going… I am just starting to feel the emotions of calling a strange and marvelous new place ‘home’.
7 tags
I. HATE. PICTURES. OF. YOUR. FOOD.
Your food photos make me want to throw up. I hate them.
Seething, violent, rage inducing HATRED.
Please, STOP.
The only acceptable times to be posting pictures of your fucking spectacular meal is when:
lighting is good
one can actually discern through photographic translation each individual food item on the plate (i.e. your beef stew, your quinoa veggie bullshit, your beet ginger power...
1 tag
1 tag
7 tags
“Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in...”
– Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via thefreenomad)
5 tags
I am getting shit faced off wine in Paris with my...
“I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via misswallflower)
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
“I love her for what she has dared to be,
for her hardness,
her cruelty,
her...”
– xxx (via blackistheonlycolor)
1 tag
