Não gosto de café morno, de conversa mole, nem de noite sem estrela. Sou bem mais feliz que triste, mas às vezes fico distante. E me perco em mim como se não houvesse começo nem fim nessa coisa de pensar e achar explicação pra vida. Explicação mesmo, eu sei: não há. E me agarro no meu sentir porque, no fundo, só meu coração sabe. E esse mesmo coração que me guia e não quer grades nem cobranças, às vezes me deixa sem rumo, com uma interrogação bem no meio da frase: O que eu quero mesmo?






disturber-magazine:

Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari/New York Magazine






so-personal:

everything personal




nyctaeus:

Backstage at Vivienne Westwood SS15, photo Skylar Williams


somni:

(if ur reading this i hope u know ur wanted)




riceisholy:

fijicutie:

riceisholy:

leopardfire:

Ok but the thing is some of these things are legit ugly.  Like no use pretending they’re not they are.  Like I used to have pretty bad acne and it’s not pretty at all so saying you’re beautiful with all those things is just so false because some things are not beautiful and never will be and pretending they’re not bad is stupid.  Like never make fun of someone for them, but don’t say they’re beautiful either because things like acne, stretch marks, cellulite, ext are ugly and theres no changing that.  Anyone who says otherwise is lying to themselves 

Wooooooooooooooow

everyone’s definition of beauty is different and you need to stop criticizing others for not being your definition of beauty, don’t tell people they aren’t beautiful and gorgeous and amazing just because of some stretch marks and acne because those people are beautiful, but you acting so rude and disgusting isn’t so beautiful.

^this