(Source: vogueesprit, via ahead)

theweekndfanfiction:

By visionelie || xo

(Source: adaptedtoxo, via isha1233)

“My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.”

“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell”

(Source: sadecisions, via harmonizingly)

“You didn’t even have to say you lost feelings, I fucking felt it”

aaawhyme:

tobejuliaagain:

aetheling:

“Pooh and his friends were given as gifts by author A. A. Milne to his son Christopher Robin Milne between 1920 and 1922. Pooh was purchased in London at Harrods for Christopher’s first birthday. Christopher later gave them to publisher E. P. Dutton, who in turn donated them to the New York Public Library.”

Oh my god. Oh my god.

This is them, guys. This is them. Got chills.

(via intersected)

(Source: baesment, via hopelesshoping)

“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.”