Vanessa. 23. Montreal. Photography.

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

—Rosie Scanlan, On Missing Them  (via bluegirls)

(via pip-gatsby)

In other news, I got new piercings.

Why am I being treated this way …

My thoughts are keeping me up.




How to get out of saying the “L” word by Victory Brinker


There is something soul crushing about getting dissed by children under the age of 7

(via ofstrengthandfear)