People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.

— (via verrlust)

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships.
So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.

— Unknown  (via fuckinq)
via peoniesandcoffeecups:

perfection looks like this.

You’ll find another.
God! Banish the thought. Why don’t you tell me that ‘if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you’?
No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Darling, you are a work of art. 

JERRY SCHATZBERG Carmen Dell’Orefice, NYC, 1958 

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

— Rainer Maria Rilke 
Neve tzedek, tel aviv 
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what sunday should be.