Pleasing

kimye-kartrashian:

mythoughtstoink:

I’m scared to look up,
For who knows what I’ll see,
A walking fire of lies,
Ready to burn me.

But it’s what I deserve, right?

You traced over my scars,
Promised me you’d be kind,
Taught me a new love,
And I beamed and I shined.

I deserve it though, right?

I trusted once more,
What a fucking fool,
Because you took my heart,
And snapped it in fucking two.

Don’t I deserve this though, right?

There’s a hole in my heart,
In fact, my heart is no more,
I guess you can’t break,
What was broken before.

I don’t deserve this.

I feel weak, I feel lost.

Insomnia.

I feel empty and forgot.
Nostalgia

wehadfacesthen:

Grace Kelly at her wedding to Prince Rainier of Monaco, 1956

Her gown, of peau de soie and lace, was designed by Helen Rose of MGM -  “one of the most elegant and best-remembered bridal gowns of all time”

mythoughtstoink:

Women blossom like flowers
When they’re nurtured and loved,
When they’re safe and sheltered,
But still allowed room to grow.
And just like flowers,
They’re admired and desired,
A gift of pure beauty
Derived from nature.
Now, although they’re magical,
You don’t cut them from their roots,
As a result of your greed,
And your possessive needs,
For their petals begin to wilt,
Falling one by one,
The life drained from their stems,
Exhausted and defenceless.

Women blossom like flowers,
Beauty erupting from their souls,
Into the hearts of those who touch them.
Into the hearts 
Of those
Who love them. 

za-ra-h:

Sketch of my favorite look from the Met Gala.

I’m definitely obsessed.

mythoughtstoink:

I look back and imagine,
How different life would be,
If we’d never happened,
Would I still be me?
Regrets I have none,
Lessons I have learnt,
You were fire, like the sun,
Now I’m scarred and burnt.
Living without you,
Oh how dark were my days,
But inside I knew,
It was all just a phase,
See I built myself up,
Now I’m stronger than ever,
I am evidence that,
No pain lasts forever. 

beautanol:

I find the concept of growing in love so much prettier than love at first sight?? like one day you look at someone and you suddenly realize you see them in a different light than you did the night before. that’s falling.

if-its-notlikethemovies:

Moulin Rouge (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann

remash:

jackson residence ~ bohlin cywinski jackson