ace hotel room 322 portland, oregon by Ryan Jacob Smith
Simone. 23 years old, male, Italian.
Totally self-absorbed, and yet totally unselfish.
Full of joy, empty of worries.
Unknown to many.
I contribute to Black and White
ace hotel room 322 portland, oregon by Ryan Jacob Smith
Fat Segal, Skins Theme Tune
“ A man may well bring a horse to the water but he cannot make him drink. ”
— John Heywood
.. by Jaime Fernandez
Willow by James Franznick
Untitled by Fatpixel
Caitlin, Smiling, Glowing by Lou O’ Bedlam
because not all football fields or race tracks are paved in gold…
There is no one. There isn’t a single person that I am in love with rather a place. This place called earth. Where there is pollution and death and illness and crime and all sorts of terrible calamities. But that’s just the thing. If we fall in love with an imperfect person who always hurts us and we keep going back, how can one blame me for being in love with an imperfect place?
Like a guy who stands you up but brings you flowers the next day or a girl who is 15 minutes late but she kisses you when she gets there and you forget she was ever late at all, i forgive the earth because of it’s beauty.
After every calamity, it offers an apology. After every death, a birth. After every storm, it offers sun. After every heartbreak it brings me infinite amounts of joy. So how I can I stay upset at this world when it makes up for all it lacks? How can I not forgive the place that brings me flowers and gives me kisses? I have to forgive in order to love. I love this world and all it’s calamities because at the end of the day, it’s all we really have.
I no longer think I am in love, I know I am.
Window by Vincent Botta
Shanghai by Lev Tsimring
My Moon My Man by Marina Filipovic
maybe we don’t want to be found by alliesnaps
time after time by pop-aj
The fairies break their dances. by Senorita Abigail