Why do you want to die? Why don’t you want to exist? If you don’t want to participate, my darling, if you don’t want to be part of the happy anxious societies, then turn. Don’t wish to disappear, wish to find something satiating, even if it’s destruction and malcontent. Because I love you so, my darling, and would rather see you evil than dead.

Jhang Moon-Jin (via mirroir)

whoa

(via mirroir)

Jean-Honoré Fragonard
The Swing
1767

(via mirroir)

booze infused :*

  May 26, 2012 at 02:11pm

(via concreteclass)

(via peach-juices)

  May 25, 2012 at 05:38pm
#myphotos  
  May 23, 2012 at 04:48pm
  May 23, 2012 at 04:47pm

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Hmph

(via mirroir)

  May 21, 2012 at 08:25pm
  May 20, 2012 at 09:08am