supermodelgif:

Angela Lindvall photographed by Enrique Badulescu

sschol:

this is from spy kids

“I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved” — (via ding-ang-bato)

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.

The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.

You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.

And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.

” — Denise Levertov, Adam’s Complaint  (via ding-ang-bato)

aloofshahbanou:

sext: the air smells like honeysuckle and fresh dirt; meet me in the driveway so we can sit in absolute silence, listening to gentle echoes of the 1 a.m. train accompanied by the rapturous humming of my neighbor’s koi pond.