June 2012
26 posts
civettare:
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
fear-n-faith:
This is the break in the bend, This is the closest of calls. This is the reason you’re alone, This is the rise and the fall.
May 2012
113 posts
“I look at photographs, the ones that people ask me to sign sometimes, and think,...”
– Benedict Cumberbatch (via galifianafuck)
It has a little bit of something to do with your voice, Cumberbatch. :)
I wish...
my gaydar didn’t suck. :-/
