Twiggy, London 1967
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via canhappenlove)
I just for a new puppy but I’m away at college so I haven’t seen him yet :( meet Finnegan aka Finn
The Blooming of Madness #293 written by Christopher Poindexter
Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all; I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair.
Christopher Poindexter (via observando)
I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.
Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)
An architecture project I’m currently working on. The subject is the sun’s effect on a model to cast shadows. These shadows are entirely different during the three separate sittings (morning, afternoon, and evening)
i wish noah had swatted the two mosquitoes from his ark
- baby: m....m...m
- mom: mama? ma? mommy?
- baby: m...m...
- baby: m..mY ANACONDA DONT
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that
Robin Williams (via stay-high-with-me-prince)