birthdaylobotomy:

somebody: why the fuck are you so pretentious?

me, holding a cup filled with tea, a dated cigar in the other hand, wearing a sweater vest and leather shoes with circle glasses sitting at the bridge of my nose: because art

deadpoetsstuff:

my skills include daydreaming about going on a museum date with my love, simply appreciating all the art around us as we interlock our fingers while holding each other’s hands

flowerais:

soon you will feel the gentle warmth of the sun. you will sit by a window and watch the sunset clouds, listening to songs that got you through the storms. you think about photo album moments, old friends and childhood summers. the love you gave, tears you shed, words you wrote, goodbyes you had to endure. the softness of your existence overwhelms you. you are a part of the beauty you admire. you are the sun to so many. you have always been enough.

dioraura-deactivated20200527:

i just keep getting prettier, more knowledgeable and better, i love it here.

sweaterwithpaintstains:

i want to take the train and just go. go to another city and explore it by myself with music playing in my ears. sit in a cafe, sip some coffee while reading a book and watch other people. take pictures of famous attractions. talk with the people who live there and learn what they think about life. i always have this strong desire to go and explore. a never ending wanderlust for life.

hoeonfilm:

cant wait til i move to another country and be that girl that disappeared to live her life