Best weekend.

The best time of the year

Few things are better than a new tube of lipstick 💄

Obsessed with my new sparkle mug 💕☕️


Lindsay Lohan photographed by Terry Richardson for GQ, January 2007


Gustav Klimt, The Kiss (1907-1908) / Arctic Monkeys, Arabella (2013)


1st of September

Happy September loves

This is how I will love you. I will wrap my hands around each of my organs and rip them out one by one. I will call it poetry and make you watch. I will blame you for the mess. When it rains, I will take you out to taste the thunder with me. We will dance until lightning strikes the ground around our feet. We won’t stop until flames kiss our skin. When you complain about the way your toes burn, I will convince you that this is called love, and you will whisper an apology into my lips. I will be thinking of metaphors when you touch me. And when the winds become too strong, when it is all screaming chimes and unhinged doors, I won’t stay to clean up the mess. I will pack my things while you beg me not to go. I will write a love letter in the broken glass. I will sign it with my blood on the way out. All of my poems have sharp teeth and they are a warning that I do not do anything in a whisper. No. I am the type of person who comes with a first aid kit. Just in case you hurt yourself while loving me. Just in case it almost kills you.
Y.Z, I should come with warning labels (via rustyvoices)

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)

Uggghhhhh my life.

(via fearlessly-fiona)



The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out

are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?

like idk dan you figure it out

(Source: transposers, via lets-escape-to-paris)