Where is my mind?

seelie-court:

Calles de Oporto (by Gourmet de Musas)

vvague:

oh this movie
still love you
still do

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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste, via vxxn)

ultimate-wave:

I don’t know why, but this picture scares me. It’s such a beautiful, peaceful, calm, serene scene, yet she looks like she’s facing life head on. Have you ever had those moments? When you just look at the world and you’re like, “This is what it’s come to.” and for her, it seems like it’s come to drowning herself. Now I pray that’s not true and maybe it’s just how I see the picture but there’s just something about it. The way she moves her left hand, like she’s nervous or scared and how the sky is totally calm and all that stands before her and the ocean, is 10 feet of sand. But I could be totally wrong, perception is everything.

Wtf??!? Haha it’s a gif of a wave. You just wrote a novel

meineblauenflecken:

untitled by victoria//grout on Flickr.

I’ll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I’ll be looking at the moon But I’ll be seeing you.