❝ You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
when you want to look cute but don’t want to be harassed by men #justgirlythings
I’m gonna scream
Reflections: A young boy casts a striking comparison to an aging man lost in a book on a ferry in Istanbul.
Photograph by Merve Ates, National Geographic Your Shot
School just started and I’m ready for a break.
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Went to Jane Goodall’s lecture tonight ugh she’s beautiful.
17 Sep 14 @ 9:55 pm  — reblog
❝ I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.