This blog is not a bubbly cute little fairytale with a colorful rainbow in it, but I hope you like it anyways.

young, live alone in a room, pretend much, likes espresso, dislikes unpleasantness

People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.
— (via sensitizes)

(via tooyoungtofallinlove)

Picasso giving a drawing lesson Cannes France 1957
Photo: Rene Burri 
We are here to drink beer. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
— Charles Bukowski (via thedapperproject)

(via youcannotseethesephantoms)


Vlada Labza by Tsasha Olivier
Syn “The Lucid Issue” March 2014

Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin on compton beach, 1971.
by Andrew Birkin (source)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via observando)