Jul 22, 2014 / 386 notes

cabbagerose:

shadow, light, pattern, design: single family house in stuttgart/blocher blocher partners

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Jul 21, 2014 / 358 notes

remash:

castle rock house ~ herbst architects

I’m afraid we’ll always be a book with the end pages ripped out.
Madisen Kuhn, Does Time Truly Heal All Wounds? (via girl-with-a-radio-heart)

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Jul 21, 2014 / 6,395 notes
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.

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fuck.

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Jul 21, 2014 / 286,628 notes
bambi-cakes:



“You roll your mouth off him, his taste still smothering your tongue when he says, “There is someone else.”You laugh. The last time you saw him was a year before when he forced you out of his car somewhere in Queens because you hit him in the arm. He came back ten minutes later, drove you to your dorm at NYU, and you didn’t talk for almost a year when he sent you an email saying he missed you. You thought you loved him, so you invited him to your mom’s house in the Hamptons. He said yes, so you thought that maybe he loved you, too.You look at the clock next to your bed. It is midnight - officially your birthday. “Her name is Jackie,” he continues.You laugh again. Your bed creaks; through the wall, you can hear your mother snoring. “I really like her,” he says. “I mean I like you, but it’s, it’s just different.”This is when you ask the question you shouldn’t. “What do you mean different?”“You know that pumpkin cheesecake we had tonight?”You nod. Every October, every birthday, your mother’s boyfriend makes you one. It is your favourite.“You are like pumpkin cheesecake,” Matt says. He leans on his elbow and you try not to look into his eyes. “And Jackie is carrots. You’re great, but not all the time. Jackie is good for me all the time. You know?”This is the thing you learn about yourself in the first few minutes of being nineteen: you are much more of an adult than last year, because when Matt says this, you don’t reach your hand out to punch him in the face. Instead, you say, “I understand.” Then you roll away from him and close your eyes until you hear his tiny snores rolling through your ribs.You are mature because you wait. You tip toe to the bathroom and lay your face against the cold tiles and that is where you cry.You realize that you do not know what love means. However, it is here on your nineteenth birthday you realize what it isn’t. It isn’t having your heart broken on your own bed after giving someone a blowjob on your birthday. It isn’t any of this.You wonder though why love feels like laying down and letting someone roll over you - why love feels like agreeing to lay down and die.”
— Kristen Fiore, “Wrong Ways To Say I Am Not In Love With You” Chapter Three (via framesjanco)


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Jul 21, 2014 / 37,422 notes

bambi-cakes:

You roll your mouth off him, his taste still smothering your tongue when he says, “There is someone else.”
You laugh. The last time you saw him was a year before when he forced you out of his car somewhere in Queens because you hit him in the arm. He came back ten minutes later, drove you to your dorm at NYU, and you didn’t talk for almost a year when he sent you an email saying he missed you. You thought you loved him, so you invited him to your mom’s house in the Hamptons. He said yes, so you thought that maybe he loved you, too.
You look at the clock next to your bed. It is midnight - officially your birthday.
“Her name is Jackie,” he continues.
You laugh again. Your bed creaks; through the wall, you can hear your mother snoring.
“I really like her,” he says. “I mean I like you, but it’s, it’s just different.”
This is when you ask the question you shouldn’t. “What do you mean different?”
“You know that pumpkin cheesecake we had tonight?”
You nod. Every October, every birthday, your mother’s boyfriend makes you one. It is your favourite.
“You are like pumpkin cheesecake,” Matt says. He leans on his elbow and you try not to look into his eyes. “And Jackie is carrots. You’re great, but not all the time. Jackie is good for me all the time. You know?”
This is the thing you learn about yourself in the first few minutes of being nineteen: you are much more of an adult than last year, because when Matt says this, you don’t reach your hand out to punch him in the face. Instead, you say, “I understand.” Then you roll away from him and close your eyes until you hear his tiny snores rolling through your ribs.
You are mature because you wait. You tip toe to the bathroom and lay your face against the cold tiles and that is where you cry.
You realize that you do not know what love means. However, it is here on your nineteenth birthday you realize what it isn’t. It isn’t having your heart broken on your own bed after giving someone a blowjob on your birthday. It isn’t any of this.
You wonder though why love feels like laying down and letting someone roll over you - why love feels like agreeing to lay down and die.

— Kristen Fiore, “Wrong Ways To Say I Am Not In Love With You” Chapter Three (via framesjanco)

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Jul 21, 2014 / 226,440 notes

itsvondell:

someone is going to say “i have to go to the moon” in a bored, defeated tone one day

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Never beg someone to stay
my five word story  (via asdfghjkllove)

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Jul 20, 2014 / 210 notes

sonyayu:

Tea Time at the new Samovar Tea Lounge

Mamiya 7II | 50mm f/4.5 | Fuji Pro 400H

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modelarchitecture:

Maqueta Facultad de Artes Pontifica Universidad Javeriana.
Maqueta: Td3 Arquitectura
Diseño: La Rotta Arquitectos
Escala: 1:150,   Material: Poliestireno alta densidad. 
Jul 20, 2014 / 84 notes

modelarchitecture:

Maqueta Facultad de Artes Pontifica Universidad Javeriana.

Maqueta: Td3 Arquitectura

Diseño: La Rotta Arquitectos

Escala: 1:150,   Material: Poliestireno alta densidad. 

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uninquisitive:

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Jul 20, 2014 / 4,437 notes
thathomestar:

jadethemerman:

did he give her 2 thumbs up?
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thathomestar:

jadethemerman:

did he give her 2 thumbs up?

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Jul 20, 2014 / 480 notes

remash:

west side town house ~ o’neill rose architects  via: kazu

My nights are for over-thinking; my days are for over-sleeping.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end.
10-Word Story #26 (N.A.)

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