what i talk about when i talk about love




School Girls, Nguyen Thanh Binh, 2010, Vietnam

(Source: artnet.com, via lordbape)


"what do you want from new york, mom"

"for you to get a job and move out of my house"

oh. ok.


hi this is my best friend/muse/soul mate and i always wanted to do a big portrait series on him and i finally started yay!

aw and i’m so glad i have him in my life, because really, how amazing is it to be unconditionally loved and nurtured by someone who wants the very best for you in every way and who constantly challenges you to be amazing and fair and kind and who tells you you are beautiful when you feel like a sack of old soft potatoes and who makes you laugh when your anxiety comes in at midnight, even though it’s 3am where they are and who does it day in and day out and trusts you and you trust them about everything and 

oh gosh yeah he’s the best


He is perf


"We Palestinians don’t talk about fear, we talk about death. Our rockets scare them; their rockets kill us. We have no bomb shelters, we have no sirens, we have nowhere we can take our children and keep them safe. They are scared. We are dying."


duuuduududududdeeeee



miko revereza for the fader

(Source: deathdol, via nuuro)



I had probably given too much of myself to the space I felt I was allowed. I lost a lot of myself these past few months. And in the same way, I have found parts of me in places I’d have never thought to look.

And I am exhausted of going out of my way to hurt myself. And in some strange bout of arrogance, I refused to acknowledge the way I’d crossed you, too. One year ago, I would have been too proud to apologize. Today, I am too tired.

This is something that still needs to be fixed. But I think maybe tomorrow is a better day for it.

I have finally found a more tangible truth in a metaphor I have maintained since my childhood. I haunt in the same way I love — like the ocean.




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