Between cherubs & philosophers
Not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things; the outer limits will suffice.
clovesburntwoodandrustedchains:
The Little Prince <3
picnic season is finally here!
Two homeless individuals snuggling outside my apt window at night. This picture gave me an entirely new perspective on the commensurable nature of love.
“The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaities, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
awesome
YSL
ever.
(via lifecanbeperfect)
