Simpliciful

— Alex Elle

— Richard Siken (via wordsnquotes)

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun (via larmoyante)

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

Joanna (2015) ph: Tom Mitchell

A rose put in a bullet hole of a Restaurant window in Paris, with a letter that says “in the name of what”

All I want is this, forever

where are you right now?