Kahla. 21. Adelaide. Australia.

The books are always better than the movies. Photography. Tattoos. Harry Potter. Vampires. I'm yet to see a reason to have faith in humanity. I'm not pessimistic, I'm realistic.

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It’s not always about sex, sometimes the best type of intimacy is where you just lay back, laugh together at the stupidest things, hold each other, and enjoy each others’ company. (via the-plants-have-spoken)

(Source: she-wears-bluevelvet, via smokinginvogue)

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wacotaco:

when you can’t think of a good comeback so you just
I love lipstick. I want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. I like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. I like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when I want to dress up my melancholy. I like sharing lipstick with sisters. and I laugh at boys that think I wear lipstick for them to notice, I laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. I like when I kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for Ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. I was six and I cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.

nomad manifesto

this is the most beautiful thing i have ever read

(via fashinpirate)

(via thew0lfqueen)

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lindsaynoham:

we were so close

locktobre:

'why are you sitting in the dark' excuse you I've been sitting here all day and it got dark around me I did not choose this

(via roger-rabbit)

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the-voice-leading-nazi:

glassarrow917:

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keystonecougar:


this is a bunny playing a bunny sized piano and im crying


I CAN’T HANDLE THIS BECAUSE BUNNY PLAYING WITH LITTLE BUNNY PAWS ON A BUNNY SIZE GRAND PIANO AND I THINK I’M GOING TO IMPLODE OR SELF-COMBUST OR BURY MYSELF INTO A LITTLE HOLE BECAUSE I NEED THIS WEE BUNNY AND BUNNY PIANO IN MY LIFE 

IT SITS DOWN FREAKING DRAMATICALLY. THAT IS A MOTHER-FREAKING NOBLE BUNNY. DON’T CONFUSE IT WITH YOUR FILTHY MONGRELS OF BUNNY. THIS BUNNY KNOWS WHAT SILVERWARE YOU USE FIRST IN THOSE FREAKING FANCY RESTAURANTS AND HOW TO PROPERLY HOLD A GLASS OF WINE. IT DESERVES MORE OF YOUR RESPECT.

THIS BUNNY HAVE BETTER PIANO ETIQUETTE THAN MOST PIANISTS