M'name's Lauren. I want to go on an adventure. Come with?
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce–love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door opened behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”(via koreyan)
Arctic Monkeys - Tempe, AZ
December 9th, 2013
Still sending shivers down my spine.
Genji-kō Uchiwa 1910s (by Blue Ruin1)
A geiko (geisha) holding an uchiwa (round fan) decorated with a Genji-kō (incense game) pattern
(via herebetrouble)Geiko-san & Maiko-san
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.E. Y. Harburg (via wanderlunds)
(via eleventhdxctor)I am Icarus flying too close to the sun
'The Road, Winter Morning' by Sir George Clausen (c.1923, oil on canvas)
I'M GONNA UNLEASH A SHITSTORM
(via herebetrouble)Illustrate your World