Lovers, Sunday Morning at Champs-Élysées, Paris, 1951 (Bert Hardy)

rainy days.
pour a cup of tea, take a nice book and just sink.
i. the boy who blocked his own shot // brand new ii. skinny love // birdy iii. therapy // all time low iv. mardy bum // arctic monkeys v. jesus christ // brand new vi. islands // the xx vii. people help the people // birdy viii. let her go // passenger ix. remembering sunday // all time low x. sofa // ed sheeran xi. walking disaster // sum 41
listen here
Who else would love me,
all the crazy inside me,
all of this madness?
by Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

(via childoflust)


I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
by Jean Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via diluvie)

(Source: fuck-yeah-existentialism, via cybergirlfriend)


this is so perfect.  i think that moments like these are what life is all about