"
I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.
II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via philo-sofia)
(Source: clementinevonradics, via philo-sofia)
Michelle Williams - HoBo #13 by Mark Segal, Summer 2011
Can my hair look like this tomorrow morning?
(via catbird-nyc)
A haiku from the article: Fragrant Lemon Groves Retain Their Allure in Italy, but for How Long?
"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."
Jonathan Carroll (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: jonathancarroll.com, via thrivingtwenties)
Do you ever notice how seemingly random some of these photos are?
Could I ask for a more awesome first geocache??
ROBERT RAUSCHENBERG
Untitled, 1979
Solvent transfer and fabric collaged on paper, 23 x 31 1/2 inches
