Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling—it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void—you have nothing in your head save white light.
by Jeff Buckley  (via unbae)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via unbae)


I’ve always found it kinda strange and if anything saddening that men struggle to express their emotions properly? if they miss spending time with another male or think a friend looks particularly good, they’ll say so publicly followed with a bold ‘nohomo’
I just think it’s strange how men are constantly on edge about being accused of homosexuality as if it’s something to be utterly ashamed of? 
as if loving another male in any form is wrong and shouldn’t be publicised? 

For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.
by Lavon Curtis (via coffeekaling)

(Source: spiritualseeker, via princezacharai)


Le Cercle Rouge


Photography by bloodypixybloody on flickr

(via mainssoleil)

Your neck looks best when you
are drinking wine right from the
bottle and I know the length you
like to keep your fingernails. You
are cute when you hum to music
and think no one is listening. I
like to watch your hands when
you are talking on the phone and
imagining I’m the only person in
the world who knows these details.
If you ever go missing, I will
describe you to the police by
explaining the way your breath
sounds and how your jaw looks
when you are laughing.
by anne, little things  (via cattybitch)

(via wtva)

'Soft Edge' photographed by Leda & St.Jacques for Elle Canada May 2014
Ignoring your passion is slow suicide. Never ignore what your heart pumps for. Mold your career around your lifestyle not your lifestyle around your career.
by i don’t know what to do anymore (via westorientaletters)

(Source: beyondfabric, via princezacharai)


sin título by ida nordung on Flickr.

Pedro Cabrita Reis. The Leaning Paintings #1, 2007.