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My dear,
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide.
Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me after all.
Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage.
Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but?
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
Falsely yours,

— Albert Camus  (via travelurs)

Anonymous asked: What's your spirit animal?

Gwen stefani

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

E.E. Cummings (via thesearchforsanctuary)


I cut him out at the root , he was my favourite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home. 

I belong deeply to myself.


Fancy - Holes Kaleidoscope Glasses


Daphne Guinness by David LaChapelle for Harper’s Bazaar China, December 2012



Prada Spring 2010.

There are dreams of glory whispering through the wires of my spine.

— Leonard Cohen (via goodupholstery)

Anonymous asked: fuck me

Go fuck yourself.