Sweet Disposition
we won't stop til it's over won't stop to surrender
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you-are-a-piece-of-art:

princewifi:

The near future comes to mind when I see pictures like this.

☾ models, (soft)grunge and a bit pale🌙

you-are-a-piece-of-art:

princewifi:

The near future comes to mind when I see pictures like this.

☾ models, (soft)grunge and a bit pale🌙

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Black and White Portraits
2009, 2011
Margaret Durow

(Source: foxmouth, via sciretacere)

(Source: 66i, via shruggin)

touchdisky:

Fissure in the glacier! by Wishard of Oz

touchdisky:

Fissure in the glacier! by Wishard of Oz

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cherry-and-also-bomb:

✡❀✟ vintage/indie ✟❀✡

cherry-and-also-bomb:

✡❀✟ vintage/indie ✟❀✡

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I feel sad almost all of the time.

I dont event know why

Or maybe I do.

I don’t think people care about me as much as I do about them

Or rather it doesn’t show.

and if it doesn’t show it probably mean the feeling’s not mutual.

I dont like surprises

but it doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the effort.

I’m probably too sentimental for my own good

and overly emotional;

I keep the tiniest cards 

even if they were scraps of foolscap

or even if they were scribbles on a wrapping paper.

I make the extra effort for everyone I’ve met

secretly hoping they do the same to me. 

I give them these gifts knowing that they would be as happy as I would be if i received them.

I don’t see why someone who has caused me so much hurt expects instant forgiveness.

The damage once done cannot be undone. 

Words said in a moment of fury 

cannot never be forgotten 

I have granted absolution or have I

The moment I decided to put the past behind

was also the moment I decided “I’m done.” 

and I don’t take that back

it’s unfair how -

nevermind.

but then again life is. 

When I leave I wonder how many would actually care

how many would genuinely miss my presence.

I hope I don’t get lost in the city

in every sense of the word. 

I over use the word “I”

because I am self centered 

but I guess If I dont give myself the attention,

who will?

This rambling muse of mine is going nowhere

just like these endless thoughts of disconsolateness

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