It’s easy to tell a person that their happiness relies on them and their actions. People will believe you when you suggest there is something wrong with them, and only through internal struggle can they bring back what they’ve lost. In reality, we tell them this because we hope they’re stronger than us. Because we’re too coward to set aside our pride and show others what we want. We’re aware that the thing we desire most is our weakness, and because we have let ourselves become fragile we hide these desires. It’s not fair to others— the ones who give a damn.
fuck me senseless.
My $345 retail therapy — the new Della dress from Diane Von Furstenberg. I really couldn’t resist, a girl likes to feel expensive every now and again. It’s exquisite.
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I’ve been on a major Guster streak this week - I think it’s helping.
Weekends in the Financial District.
Sunday to Monday.
All my life I have belonged on the coast. The torrential rain spatters in ribbons across drenched streets, and there is a bite of salt in the air that betrays itself in the way my hair softly curls to life . This isn’t the aching, parched rains of the mountainous west — this is the wet, lively rain of the ocean states, a mirror on the roads and in the trees that makes every hue that much more vivid.
It’s lovely and quiet and thought-provoking.
(Source: hallucinogenictea, via tokissyouadieu)
