Dear every manufacturer of women’s clothing, ever:
Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
(Source: axelas, via distance-dimension)
Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (The Angel’s Game)
(Source: booklover)
(Source: fauxlivias, via distance-dimension)
(Source: heyfunniest, via distance-dimension)
Hieronymus Bosch, The Conjurer
Bondage puppy likes it ruff.
My thoughts when I see Italian architecture.
Me, before Assassin's Creed II: Oh, wow! What a beautiful building! Exquisite!
Me, after Assassin's Creed II: I COULD FUCKING CLIMB THAT *points out how*
