julisa.marie

I have no business being here.

Impossibly beautiful, the two of ‘em.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.

the Salinger (via nevver)

More than likely.

(via nevver)

nevver:

Where boys go to die

Painfully true.

You’ll always be in my heart too, Willem.

majorsmall:

Steve Martin. Unknown Photographer.

Hello, sailor.

Ain’t no way like Cab Calloway.

(x)

voxsart:

Paris, 1971.

Yves Saint Laurent.

That hair.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

Robert Frost (via likeafieldmouse)

A good one, anyway.

(via likeafieldmouse)

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and swoon.

nevver:

Your average self

Working on it.

owlturdcomix:

Freedom’s all you got.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

(via tastefullyoffensive)

You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

Sometimes. I’m sorry.

(via dirtyberd)

Blue Velvet (David Lynch, 1986)

(via danieldaylewiswithamoustache)

nevver:

Wind from the Sea, Andrew Wyeth