Somewhere Out of this World
aliceestunecoquine:

Ah le délicieux climat anglais ….

aliceestunecoquine:

Ah le délicieux climat anglais ….

I am better than I was.
I will be better than I am.
(140/365) by (DS)
aliceestunecoquine:

Garcia Lorca a toujours eu le don de m’endormir ….

aliceestunecoquine:

Garcia Lorca a toujours eu le don de m’endormir ….

Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
Things I’ll teach my children (via infl4ted)
Growth is not a steady, forward, upward progression. It is indeed a switchback trail: three steps forward, two back, one around the bushes, and a few simply standing, before another forward leap.
Dorothy Corkville Briggs  (via bourbonandpearls)
The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little to me.

(via boomboomholla)

they are everything.

(via missharpersworld)
mikeymcmichaels:

Lori Adorable - by Mikey McMichaels - 581817IMG_1624

mikeymcmichaels:

Lori Adorable - by Mikey McMichaels - 581817IMG_1624

Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go.’
Lisa St Aubin de Terán (via soulsscrawl)
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
She Was Always Holding My Hand (via thelittlefrenchbullblog)
myanonymouslair:

Yep. Still there.

myanonymouslair:

Yep. Still there.

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
Neil Gaiman, Stardust  (via le-dilemme)