be like the flower who even gives its fragrance to the hand that crushes it
✖

t-ranquilize: ≅similar & more here≅
I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
by Lin, Shantaram (via wolf-cub)

(Source: brooksmatic, via jazzanams)

nikolawashere: By Camille Seaman
jarrodis: yeh
capacity: Hans Bellmer

blue-voids:

Calogero Cammalleri - Palma Ieri, 2012

(via uoa)

sadrapper: untitled by eudesdesantana on Flickr.
la-pomme-de-mes-yeux:  
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
by Abraham Hicks   (via barbieandken)

(Source: fandhm, via beautyandterror)

(via deerspectacles, kurono)
vintagegal: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.
by Janice Galloway, The Trick Is to Keep Breathing  (via pale-afternoon)

(Source: ckgarden, via pakao)