Ce n’est pas un vent, c’est la brise.
I almost considered buying a Rick Owens knit for someone, but then I thought about how I love myself.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bl-ossomed)
- A Clockwork Orange, Dir. Stanley Kubrick (via vittamin)
I have realized that I’m a useful resource.
What happens when I’m all used up?
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything