It was either the top of the world or the bottom of the canal. It wasn’t too different from falling madly in love; when you don’t even entertain the thought that it could ever end. At the start it was fun. I’d always wanted to be part of a gang. I was part of a gang of cheeky urchins who felt they could take on the world.

I miss the purity of what me and Pete had together when we started out. It would be great to have that back. Pete always used to say, “Imagine the songs we still have to write.” That thought is always with me.

please be kind if i'm a mess.

demain?!..the good old days?

so now you're gone

miu miu et les chats

I imagine you fighting me, keeping me from taking off my clothes.
I picture you, putting my shirt back on, holding my belt tightly.
I imagine you asking me to stop, to sit still, to breathe. You ask me to start over.
You hold my hand and sit with me on the bed; you rest your mouth lightly on my cheek. You are there.
You never left. You never left me alone, facing the sun at noon. You never left my dirty hair, my chocking lungs, and my crawling skin. You never opened my fingers, releasing your hands from mine.
I imagine you pulling me near, catching your breath within my throat, leaving your taste anchored into mine. Morning breathes, exchanging.
I picture you wanting me there, dressed, and tangled.
On my neck, you leave the wet presence of your lips; you leave the words you whisper into my ears.
Don’t leave.

Marie Jane, The Room 22

j'ai peur de moi-même.

je me sens mal, je ne sais plus ou j'en suis.
je veux seulement être amoureuse la nuit, dans ton lit.

meet me in montauk

valentine fillol cordier et charles anastase

foutre le matelas par terre parce que la base de lit est roulante.

we are all living lies

tu pars tres loin bientôt, alors a quoi ca servirait?
pourquoi tu restes pas avec moi?

1. allergie alimentaire inconnue = visage détruit
2. skins, episode 7. wtf?
3. la robe see by chloe.. laissez-la moi par pitié, arretez de bidder.
4. les salades de fruits, ca me fait penser a toi.

lara by paolo roversi

wow

hanne gaby par lina scheynius