A little boat with sails aflutter.


One night in Paris 

Selfportraits I and II by Iga Drobisz

 I took this selfportraits in a hotel room in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, where the idea of travelling together, staying one night only in different places and documenting  it occured.

Hot Chocolate (by Bryan Bernal)

Hot Chocolate (by Bryan Bernal)

It’s you.

It’s been you for as long
as I can remember.

Everyone else has just been
another failed attempt
at perfecting the art of pretending
you’re not. I miss you.

Beau Taplin || Perfecting the art of pretending you’re not.  


The moments that matter.


The moments that matter.


"The world is very simple when the world is just you and me
in bed together. You trace the curves of my body
like they are so new to you. Like you haven’t been learning 
my legs for months. I kiss your forehead like you are a child 
because I am good with children and that is how I know 
to comfort.

You kiss up my neck as I tell you about high-fiving after sex.
Baby Baby you say, as often as you draw breath.
You kiss down my stomach as I sigh in time with the birds 

You tell me it’s strange that we’re grown ups. I say you and I
have too many freckles and bruises to be real grown ups.
I say when I finally grow up I’m gonna write poems that aren’t
love poems and I will have lots and lots of children and they 
will be small and beautiful and I will always kiss them on the 

You kiss me with your whole body. You kiss me so much it 
bends my spine backwards. I think even if you are mostly flaws 
and sad stories so am I and so is everyone. I think your flaws 
and sad stories go well with mine. I want to kiss your sad stories 
on the forehead. 
I tell you all that and you say it’s too early. You call me Baby.”

Learning My Legs - Clementine von Radics

(Source: naughty-butt-nice)

Paolo Fusco - Fiori 24h

Artist’s statement:

"Hardly anything is open 24h in Rome: a few bars, a few stores, self service gas stations and flower kiosks, a lot of flower kiosks. You can find them everywhere in the city and they never close. They never close. Their presence has always fascinated me, they seem like sentinels in the quiet roman night, small lighthouses populated by half-asleep immigrant workers. The photos were taken while wondering through the city in search of these islands of light and flowers."

(Source: arpeggia)


New photos from Avengers: Age of Ultron (x)

(Source: kirillmikhailov)