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)


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