me: *makes a tiny unimportant mistake*
me: time to return to the sea
me (looking at my plants): why don’t we ever talk
me watching any movie with kids just on their fucking bikes doing god knows what: god i wish that were me
Perhaps this is how girls fall - not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er do well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they are simply kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not?
The Sweet Far Thing, by Libba Bray (via haroldplease)
His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via pluiez)
Rihanna photographed by Inez Van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin for Vogue Paris December 2017 / January 2018
Fashion Editor:
Mel Ottenberg
Hair: Yusef
Makeup:
Stephane Marais
