• Perpetual Calendar, 2013 | by Arina Pozdnyak
  • Perfectly able to hold my own hand.
    But I still can’t kiss my own neck.

    — Wye Oak, Civilian

  • a series of (doubts) _ July ‘14

    4 of 4 

  • What is love?

  • I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

    — Nora Ephron, When Harry Met Sally (via sexpansion)

  • My notebook has remained blank for months
    thanks to the light you shower
    around me. I have no use
    for my pen, which lies
    languorously without grief.

    Nothing is better than to live
    a storyless life that needs
    no writing for meaning—
    when I am gone, let others say
    they lost a happy man,
    though no one can tell how happy I was.

    Ha Jin, “Missed Time,”  Poetry (July 2000)

  • Ana Victoria Calderon

  • chinkorita:

    EARL SPEAKING OUT

  • The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
  • runningoncoals:

    I am literally both of them at the same time

  • Big Sur, California - Camping here was easily the most beautiful part of our road trip