As You Wish

Books. Movies. And other random stuff

betalars:

friend-zoning guys is horrible. it is disgusting. funzone them instead. send them to a small childs park so they can cry with the other babies when they dont get what they want.

(Source: plutoroyal, via totalobsessionsss)

“Fuck, my tea.”

—   me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano)

(via wewillmeetagainsomehow)

baluchx:

this accurately describes my life.

(Source: yellowcrayonwillow-archive, via my-log-of-things)

befriendment:

boys= nasty and dress bad

me= somehow still likes boys and is disappointed in myself and thinks i should do better

(via maisiewilliams)

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

—   

Anaïs Nin

[I’d add to that, it also dies because we expect love to always be this soaring emotion that we feel on a regular basis. We want love to be something it’s not. We want love to take action when in fact love only exists because we make it happen. Love is a verb, not an emotion. It takes effort, our effort. Love is not easy, it takes work.]

(via wordpainting)

cedricdigory:

Have a nice ride back home!

(via leycianna)

modernfitopia:

I don’t care what anyone says, brilliance is sexy. Intelligence is sexy. Maturity is sexy. Having a mentality stimulating conversation is sexy. Have a great body is good, being fit is good, health is important. Charm is nice. But intelligence, my God, intelligence is absolutely sexy.

(via totalobsessionsss)

roycevomit:

Beili Liu - The Mending Project (2011)

“…Hundreds of Chinese scissors suspended from the ceiling in a shimmery cloud. The piece involved the artist sitting at a small black table, hand-mending patches of fabric together which visitors were encouraged to cut themselves near the entrance. As the performance continued, the piece grew as one continuous cloth and lay spread on the floor.  

The hovering mass of the downward-pointed scissors represent the distant fear and looming violence present in today’s cultural climate. The sharp blades above the artist are put in contrast by the silent and simple act of mending. The dichotomous result of the instant fear superimposed with the calming effect of the sewing created a surreal atmosphere in the room.”

this is awesome

(Source: f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s, via billypilgrimvtheworld)