You'll find mostly well dressed men here, but also some personal things, landscapes and whatever else fancies me while scrolling.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda (via kushandwizdom)

bravedad:

i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with

The way people treat you is a statement about who they are as a human being. It is not a statement about you.

Unknown (via cosmofilius)

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Sarah Dessen (via kushandwizdom)