Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Anaïs Nin (via words-of-emotion)

(via debbacheese)

In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

Arthur Rimbaud (via 13neighbors)

arabianwave:

oh my god, this hit me like a million thunder bolts racing through my body. 

(Source: arcadeace, via zaidunrefined)


Clark Gable in a publicity photo for Gone with the Wind (1939)

Clark Gable in a publicity photo for Gone with the Wind (1939)

(Source: aladyloves)

Hayao Miyazaki on life

(Source: mexq, via japanlove)

spookymodernjazz:

hell yeah gonna get this on the back of a leather jacket and start a gang with my girls
stolen inspired by the wonderful floozys

spookymodernjazz:

hell yeah gonna get this on the back of a leather jacket and start a gang with my girls

stolen inspired by the wonderful floozys

(via nombee-zombie)