When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via jesscbernardo)
Ipanema Sunset by Andre Joaquim
Misty Forest in the Morning by Stargazer Zoso
I feel like allowing yourself to fall in love is like physically handing someone your mind and body and soul and allowing them to destroy you at any moment. Like here’s my heart, my brain, my knees, my eyes. Fuck me up. I’m still limping from my previous experience, but I’m doing my best to hide it because you deserve someone brand new. I’m giving you the opportunity to hurt me. I’m giving you the chance to create images I don’t want to see and have conversations I wouldn’t want to hear. I’m going to completely submerge myself in your love, and I pray to God you swim with me.
Oops (via moaka)
.. after halloween. There is still autumn outside, but I’m getting that christmas-feeling. I want to search everything christmas and start posting on my christmas blog. But then I feel different. Like it’s too early for that, and since I LOVE autumn I kind of feel guilty - also, I want to embrace everything that’s left of autumn before all the leaves and colors are gone. Does any of you feel the same?