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You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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Beth Ditto
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The first pictures taken of Elizabeth Windsor once she found out she was to be Queen. Taken by her husband Prince Phillip on the aeroplane returning from Africa to London after discovering that her father George VI, had died.
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I try.
I really do. I’m just tired of not being someone’s real friend. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this and I have no idea why people don’t treat me as a friend and/or think of me as someone they can count on - or someone they would actually want to be there for. I feel so stupid for trying to get close to people because it seems they never want to be close to me. Also, I get the feeling that everyone else already has enough friends and I’m just not normal. Am I borring? Am I bitchy? Do I expect too much? Do I do too little? I just don’t know. All I know is that I can be a good, real friend and it’s a shame no one but my sweet boyfriend has stuck around long enough to find out.





