Dolce & Gabbana, Fall 2013 
"You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect."
- T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via wethinkwedream)

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.



When You Are Old :

W.B Yeats

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Martin Bauendahl

Real life vs Societal expectations


The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…

Point taken. Unless you are posting selfies while your baby is drowning in the bath tub behind you or you are at the hospital with your special needs son. In that case, yeah, you might have a problem with being obsessed with yourself.
"When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘One word at a time,’ and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope."
- Stephen King (via maxkirin)

Anonymous whispered: You know witchcraft isn't real? but even pretending its real and "practicing" it it a sin and you will be damned to hell.


"The horizon above Sydenham Hills shone in that peculiar gold radiance, deepening to vivid crimson, and then dying off to silver blue, which an Autumnal morning alone can offer in perfection."
- Tales of Angria by Charlotte Brontë (1838-39). (via starrydiadems)

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perfectic theme