Just looking at him could make me tremble. When he took my hand in his, the feeling caught me in the pit of my stomach–his hand was warm, protecting, and full of love. When he saw me at the beginning of the day and when he called me on the telephone, his first words were always, ‘Hello, Baby.’
Lauren Bacall on Humphrey Bogart (via larmoyante)

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heyy-faggot:

Couple on a subway. Photo by Stanley Kubrick, 1946.

heyy-faggot:

Couple on a subway. Photo by Stanley Kubrick, 1946.

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Let there be mud on your clothes, nails in your boots, ink on your skin, pain deep inside you. Let it grow and don’t be afraid.

Start with your own story.

Green Witch by Alice Hoffman (via foreversnotover)

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artbl0g:

Queen in her Quarters,
(prolly NSFW)Still on my ballpoint flow~portfolio | shop 

artbl0g:

Queen in her Quarters,

(prolly NSFW)
Still on my ballpoint flow~

portfolio | shop 



darling,
i need you to understand
your worth is not
between your legs,
you do not
gain it, or lose it
through sex.
m.v., notes to my teenage self. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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une-allegresse:

Body comparative

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The glories of nature. What are men compared to rocks and mountains?

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There’s nothing harder than letting someone go whom you thought would be here forever.

h. west - 

Everything you love is here

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