I like to read and watch love stories, because I’ve never been in love…and it just kind of gives me something to look forward to.

Holy shit she is hot!

(Source: xinfinitetonight, via perfcetionism)

Old flames burn brighter when new winds blow.

-TC

Collage I made with some friends from Richmond. I miss and love all of these people.

I can’t stop staring at this…I don’t know why, but it’s mesmerizing.

As I sit here alone,

I think of you,

and how I miss the scent of you;

how it used to linger on my skin and clothes.

I’d walk around all day,

and even when you weren’t there,

it seemed as though you were next to me, close enough to embrace.

Memories resided in that scent.

But, now, the aroma has long since washed away

from my skin and clothes,

as have some of the memories.

But, I know that in the future,

if I should ever pass that scent again,

those memories will come back as potent as the fragrance.

And I will think of you, again.

Because now, trying to remember your scent

is like trying to remember a train of thought that has been lost,

it is almost within grasp, but always out of reach.

It is a ghost, a phantom,

as you are, and will be, until we meet again.

-Tessa Chung

suicideblonde:

Astrid Bergès-Frisbey photographed by Ellen von Unwerth for Vogue Italia, March 2012

(via bohemea)

I just think it’s funny that people want to slut shame me when I’ve been celibate for months. Yah that guy I was kissing, I happened to be dating him. I’m single now because I’m moving 10 hours away. So don’t judge me. Worry about your own lives and get over it. I am.

The greatest love affair anyone can have is with themself. Because that’s the one that takes the most work, acceptance, and understanding.

Flip. Off goes the emotion switch. 

Everyone’s talking about how I’m leaving. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to think about leaving or anything that goes with it. Like the people who I hang out with every day, or the places I go to hang out, or how I’m loosing my freedom. I just want to block every thought of that out and just enjoy everything. I don’t want to cry about it, and I don’t want to be sad about it. Just please stop saying it. I don’t want to hear it, so I can pretend that it’s not real and this isn’t happening.

My life isn’t stable, because I’m not stable.