Japanese youth photographed by Michael Rougier, 1964
When I'm falling I'm at peace
“The tenderest touch, leaves the darkest of marks
and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts “
okay, seriously about to scream at this fucker on facebook. “don’t be THAT girl” campaign from avoiceformen.com and you expect me to sit here silent?! eagerly awaiting your response.
Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and again. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.Sara Zarr, Story of a Girl (via ac-ru)Simply-Quotes.net
98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.
(via s0mething-you-own)THE LIFE NEUROTIC WITH STEVE'S ISSUES
My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful idiosyncrasies. You know what? She used to fart in her sleep. Sorry I shared that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and goes like, “Oh was that you?” I’d say yeah. I didn’t have the heart to tell her. She’s been dead two years and that’s the shit I remember. Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That’s what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me, too; she knew all my little peccadillos. People call these things imperfections, but they’re not, aw, that’s the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little worlds. You’re not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn’t perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you’re perfect for each other. That’s the whole deal. That’s what intimacy is all about. Now you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you’re findin’ out that one is by givin’ it a shot.Sean Maguire (Robin Williams), Good Will Hunting (1997). (via iwantcupcakes)
(via ac-z)Comme d'habitude
A young Afghan boy nervously attempts to recite and complete the phrase, “My name is ___” during class.
(via honeymanifesto)خوش آمدید
the feels I had during this movie my lord
I loved Carey Mulligan too, but Leonardo was sheer perfection as Gatsby.
a. sorry for the random shit reblogged tonight. i’m on that “the night before my future is decided” shit, so, you know.
b. why am i apologizing? it’s my blog. internal struggle posted for all to see.